"Give up on that idea. Tonight, no one is coming to save you." Yao Qingjiao sneered and tossed the torn-off face veil aside.
"Yao Qingjiao, even if we die here today, do you really think the Buddhist Sect will let this go? Let me tell you, it's not just the two of us who hold proof of your massacre of the Buddhist Sect back then—the Holy Hall people have it too. Even if we die, the Buddhist Sect can still find the evidence."
"Then we'll talk after you're dead. The Buddhist Sect? That's all it is. Back when we bathed the Buddhist Sect in blood and stole the Buddha Bone Relics, we already knew this day would come—just didn't expect it to arrive so soon. But whatever. Sooner or later, it was bound to happen. Once you're dead, you'll find out down in the Netherworld. Hahaha." Yao Qingjiao laughed wildly.
"Senior brother, run!"
