"So eager to seek death?"
Feng shuddered all over.
"My lord, spare me!"
But Ning Qi had already activated the Pupil Technique.
He wanted to know the causes and consequences of the destruction of Snow Plum Manor back then.
A moment later.
Ning Qi sighed lightly in his heart.
Just as he had speculated before, it was indeed because his father unintentionally learned about a small blood pool that led to the massacre, just like the Divine Sword Sect.
At this moment.
Feng convulsed violently, his body and spirit tormented to the point of being unrecognizable. From the previous questioning, he vaguely understood something, pointing tremulously at Ning Qi, but unable to speak.
Ning Qi's gaze was calm.
He reached out with a finger, and clusters of plum flower Sword Qi bloomed, shredding him to pieces in Feng's widened eyes.
Strands of regret were cut into pieces, drifting into the air.
