Xia Xin's mind was suddenly filled with countless question marks.
However, now was clearly not the time for him to dwell on them.
He didn't know why the ancestor was acting this way.
But since the ancestor acted this way, there must be a reason.
Not to mention, he didn't have the Heavenly Splitting Hairpin in his hand, even if he did.
He wouldn't hand it over.
Thinking of this, Xia Xin resolutely said, "If you want the Heavenly Splitting Hairpin, dream on!"
"Since you're seeking death, I'll grant you your wish."
Upon hearing this, Qin Sai looked at Xia Xin as if he were a dead man, his eyes filled with impatience, as if questioning why there could be such a reckless person.
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the large knife in his hand.
"It doesn't matter if you don't hand over the Heavenly Splitting Hairpin. As long as I kill you and tear down Jiaoyang Temple, the Heavenly Splitting Hairpin will naturally appear."
