Xiao Rong'er sat by Gongsun Liuying's bedside, holding her daughter's hand, her eyes red and swollen from crying.
After finally waiting for everyone to leave the room, she could no longer hold back and said, "Is Liuying's Life Chart unstable again? I knew it. She's practiced the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles for so many years; how could she possibly make such a mistake?"
Gongsun Yanming remained silent, which was as good as an admission.
Xiao Rong'er exclaimed incredulously, "But that person is dead, isn't he? Reduced to ashes in the fire, without the slightest chance of survival."
After a pause, her expression grew solemn. "Could someone have used the same method to steal Liuying's Life Chart?"
Once this thought surfaced, it could no longer be shaken from her mind.
She stood up, clutching her handkerchief tightly, a flash of cold determination in her eyes. "I know who it is—Yan Hanshuang!"
"Elder Yan?"
Gongsun Yu was startled.
