"Xia Qingxue, have you gone mad? Don't you know the Nirvana Project is our Mechanical Race's last resort? It must not be used unless absolutely necessary. What on earth happened over there to make you activate the Nirvana Project?"
Facing her sister Yang Fengyi's accusation, Xia Qingxue's voice was cold and flat. She simply replied, "My man is dead."
Her terse reply was steeped in endless sorrow and determination.
Yang Fengyi, listening from within Celestial Palace No. 1, was stunned. For a moment, she wondered if she had misheard. She couldn't grasp the meaning behind Xia Qingxue's words. What do you mean, 'my man is dead'? It's not like you even have a man... well, except for that living Heaven's Chosen.
The thought left Yang Fengyi feeling helpless. She confirmed with Xia Qingxue again, "Who died?"
"My man."
