Sensing the hunk of metal across from her was shaken by her words, Ji Hongxiu felt a wave of pleasure. The gloom of the past year finally had an outlet.
So, she spoke even more bluntly, "I said, your Young Palace Master's little lover is dead!"
"Do you not understand me?"
Of course, my own feelings are complicated right now, Ji Hongxiu thought. If Chen Pingchuan can truly be resurrected, then I would be the only one who knows the truth. Hmm, and now this little girl knows too. If he can't be resurrected, then I'll disband the Holy Spirit Sect, return to the Blood Beast Ban Headquarters, and live in seclusion with only a long-burning lamp for company, never to emerge into the world again. None of that really matters. Either way, letting that vile woman in the Celestial Palace know about this is the best choice.
