Ming Qi raised his head and met Mo Lan's eyes.
The girl's eyes were pure and flawless, without a trace of impurity, resembling precious stones and jade.
He couldn't imagine how such flawless and pure eyes could harbor even the slightest hint of conspiracy.
Ming Qi suddenly sighed and said, "I shouldn't have come."
With that, he turned and left.
Mo Lan's words, "I'm no longer me, and you're no longer you," brought an inexplicable pang of heartache to Ming Qi.
Ten years, while not short for a cultivator, were definitely not long either. And for a cultivator of Ming Qi's level, ten years was but a fleeting moment, incredibly brief.
But for Mo Lan, ten years was already a long time.
Ming Qi didn't intend to stay any longer, because he knew he couldn't bring himself to do it.
In Guangling, he could have set a city on fire in a fit of rage, slaughtering millions without a rip. But today, facing Molan alone, he couldn't take action, even though he already knew the outcome.
This seemed to be the difference between caring and not caring, not right or wrong. Sometimes, a single wave of his hand could cause the death of a million people, which would surely be a heinous crime in the eyes of millions, but it didn't matter, because he didn't care.
"Aren't you going to ask anything?"
Molan asked, clearly surprised by Mingqi's actions.
Mingqi paused, then said, "I've killed countless people, but I can't bring myself to kill someone I care about, so I don't want to know."
Molan's body trembled slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.
"Care? I'm just a mortal, how could you care about me? And I've destroyed all your hard work. Are those who died not the ones you care about?"
Mo Lan's tone suddenly became strange, as if she had no idea that her words were deliberately provoking Ming Qi's suppressed rage. By saying this, she was completely admitting that she was the mastermind behind the destruction of the Qiankun Mountain Glazed Sacred Land.
"Enough! I don't want to know everything you've done! And I don't want to know your reasons! But you're someone I care about. You did it, and I forgive you this time. But you have to understand: the millions of corpses in Guangling City and the catastrophe of the Xilan monks were all the victims of your conspiracy!"
Ming Qi suddenly turned his head, his eyes gleaming with blood. His hand was raised high, then held in the air.
A faint smile flashed across Mo Lan's face, and then a trickle of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, a bright red and dazzling sight.
"What are you doing!"
Ming Qi was startled. Though furious, he didn't release any energy that could harm Mo Lan. Mo Lan couldn't possibly be hurt, even if she had no cultivation at all.
"Hehe, just as you said, Guangling City has been ravaged by millions, and the Xilan monks have suffered a catastrophe. My sins are grave, and it's time for me to fall into the abyss."
As Mo Lan spoke, her face quickly turned dark.
This was clearly a sign of a deadly poison.
"Do you think you can just die?"
Ming Qi was furious. With lightning speed, he grasped Mo Lan's pulse points. In the blink of an eye, dozens of pure Martial Emperor True Energy flowed through Mo Lan's meridians and merged into her body, instantly suppressing the violent poison.
Then, Ming Qi slapped her on the back. Mo Lan involuntarily opened her mouth, and a stream of black blood spurted out, spilling onto the white paper on the floor.
Mo Lan was truly a mortal without any cultivation, not even beginning to cultivate the acquired martial arts. Her body was extremely weak. Although Ming Qi's attack was extremely swift, a significant amount of poison remained, leaving her on the verge of collapse.
"Because of you, I couldn't bear to attack the Mo Clan. Because of you, I would rather give up the hatred of the destruction of my clan, and this is how you repay me?"
Ming Qi's eyes blazed with fire, his turbulent emotions making even a Martial Emperor-level expert somewhat unable to control them.
The two stared at each other, Mo Lan silent, and Ming Qi silent too.
Ming Qi's heart surged. Indeed, as Mo Lan had said, she had changed, and he had changed too. They were no longer the Miao Sanlang and little Mo Lan from the small village at the foot of Yanshan Mountain.
Finally, Mo Lan laughed bitterly, "You can't cure this poison. The Mo Clan is ultimately your thorn in the side. If I die, you won't have to worry about anything anymore, right?"
Ming Qi suddenly swung his sleeves, slammed his fist on the table, and roared, "Do you really want to die? Well, today I'll grant your wish, and that of your entire Mo Clan. I'll let everyone know the consequences of offending me!"
He gasped, raging like a mere mortal. Blood began to seep from the fingers that pounded the table.
"I can burn down Guangling City, and I can also burn down Jiufang Palace. Since you're so determined to go to hell, let the entire Jiufang Palace be buried with you!"
Ming Qi suddenly stopped talking and strode out.
The door opened, revealing an old man with white hair and beard. He looked frail, and even standing there, he looked as if he would collapse at any moment.
However, Ming Qi could sense a strong murderous intent from the old man, especially from his now somewhat cloudy eyes, which glared down on Ming Qi without hesitation, like a blade.
"Are you courting death?"
Ming Qi's eyes, like lightning, instantly locked onto the old man.
He simply couldn't understand why the Mo family had become so mad. Even though he had killed Mo Zhonglong, ten years had passed, and the grudge didn't seem to be escalating to the point of a life-and-death struggle.
Ming Qi's mind drifted for a moment, but at that moment, he sensed the deep, bestial laughter of Yan Dongliu within the Supreme Image.
"Seeking death? If I don't seek death today, I'm afraid it won't be long before my Mo family is wiped out."
The old man spoke, his words leaving Ming Qi bewildered. But as Yan Dongliu's laughter grew more and more frantic, Ming Qi finally understood. He had been in the Star Region for ten years, and during those ten years, Yan Dongliu must have done something. It was precisely because of these things that the Mo family had taken such a resolute stance. Even Mo Lan considered him a mortal enemy, determined to fight him to the death!
"Very angry, huh? Hahahaha, you think burning Guangling City would make things easier? To tell you the truth, I've been investigating you for the past ten years. It's a pity you came back so early, otherwise I would have dug up every last ancestor of yours and exterminated them all. Seeing the woman you love so dearly fighting you to the death, wouldn't that make you happy? Hahahaha!"
Yan Dongliu's manic voice stuttered into Ming Qi's mind, sending his already shaky nerves into a frenzy.
Suddenly reminiscing, Ming Qi whirled around like a flash, returning to the house.
"Xiao Lan, someone is deliberately deceiving us!"
Ming Qi was halfway through his words when he suddenly realized Mo Lan had collapsed to the ground, completely dead!