The true culprit behind my son's death, is actually the Southern Governor Qi Yuanliang?
Shi Xing'an looked over in disbelief.
Ye Liuyun only smiled faintly, without intending to answer.
In fact, a Martial Artist's mind is firm.
Especially someone like Shi Xing'an who has already broken through to the Postnatal Realm—a normal Illusion Heart Magic would barely affect a Postnatal Martial Artist like him.
But there's nothing to be done.
Because of his son's death, Shi Xing'an's spirit was clearly shaken.
And with Ye Liuyun's subtle guiding words, Shi Xing'an ultimately still fell into Ye Liuyun's trap of language.
"So, still planning to fight me?"
Hands spread, Ye Liuyun looked at Shi Xing'an with sly amusement.
",,,"
In the end.
After a moment of silence, Shi Xing'an turned and left.
There's a good show coming.
Watching Shi Xing'an's retreating back, the smile on Ye Liuyun's face grew deeper.
Exactly what I was hoping for.
