Ning Changjiu solved a doubt in his heart.
When he was in the junior general's hall, the corpse of Wang Yangyu's son was quite normal. The victim seemed to be killed with one strike.
Ning Qinshui's demonization was much more complicated and bizarre.
He thought it was done by Blood Feather but it shouldn't take such a peculiar move. He was suspicious of it but he didn't think too deeply. Now that he was punched by her, he could feel the horrifying and familiar Qi that had once almost taken over his body. Even he felt somewhat terrified.
Ning Changjiu pulled out the sword. The scarlet moon shone on the sword with pale light, which was washed brightly by the afterward glistening sword Qi.
Ning Changjiu asked, "Why did you show up in the imperial city that day?"
The beautiful girl gently
