Xia Chichi's gaze turned cold as she looked at Hai Pinglan.
If originally Hai Pinglan's action of driving away San Niang could have been interpreted in a positive light, perhaps as a means to preserve a seed, the moment he uttered the words, "Kill without mercy" and "you as the Crown Prince," there was no going back.
That year, the thirty-something Changkong Hai was at the height of his ambitions, ready to carve out his legacy. Promised with such an offer, he would indeed go to great lengths to kill San Niang—back then, her cultivation wasn't nearly what Xuanwu's is today, and there's a real chance she might have died.
Regardless of the underlying intentions or hardships, those words were hard to forgive.
What was terrifying was that he said it all with a smile, not seeing anything wrong with his words.
Xia Chichi coldly said, "I hear that your country still doesn't have a Crown Prince, and Hai Changkong is in his forties, isn't he? Is it because San Niang is still alive?"
