In the interrogation room, Zhou Xuan spoke to himself: "What kind of misfortune would make your Miss choose to save Mingjiang Prefecture?"
"Generally speaking, for a cultivator at your Miss's level, the greatest misfortunes are nothing more than two possibilities: First, her incense fire would be abolished. Second, she would die herself."
Zhou Xuan walked straight up to "Guangyin," squatted down, locked eyes with him, and said, "Mingjiang Prefecture was destroyed by a flood, and your Miss's incense fire was abolished? There's no logic in this. The incense fire resides in your Miss's Secret Realm—what does it have to do with Mingjiang Prefecture?"
"So, pushing speculation with speculation, it can only mean one thing: If Mingjiang Prefecture is destroyed, your Miss will die."
Zhou Xuan pointed at his own eyes, then at Guangyin's eyes, saying, "Hey, you toad, tell me why your Miss's destiny is bound to the fate of Mingjiang Prefecture."
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