"You wish to fight me?" Xiao Pingfeng's dark pupils flashed with incredulity.
"My uncle's death, you cannot shirk the responsibility." Yan Wanqing had not expected that it would eventually come to this between them.
"...your uncle's death has nothing to do with me, this matter is—" Just as Xiao Pingfeng began to speak, Yan Wanqing cut him off, "The eighteenth layer of hell belongs to you, without your orders, could Ming Quan have mobilized Ghost Shadow? Moreover, before my uncle died, he took Dissolution Powder, Xiao Pingfeng, do you dare to say you had no hand in this?!"
Her eyes filled with disappointment as she looked at the person before her, "I thought we could settle our issues amicably, without resorting to mutual destruction. The memories related to you in the coming decades were supposed to be beautiful, as pure as moonlight... but I was wrong, from the beginning, there should never have been an 'afterward' between you and me!"
