"How could this be evil? Killing is clearly an innate talent of our Rakshasa Race!"
Bei Lingyin subconsciously wanted to explain, to make Qing Yueqiu accept her own power and not waste a talent that others could only dream of possessing.
Just then, however, Bei Lingyin sensed something. She raised her head and watched the crimson petals continuously scattering down from above, her eyes narrowing.
"Sister Yueqiu, the Saintess from our Sect is here. I have to go."
"I hope you'll have thought things through by the time I see you again."
Bei Lingyin gave Qing Yueqiu one last look before silently vanishing into the shadows of the bamboo forest.
As she left, a lingering doubt rose in her mind.
'As the Saintess of her Sect, what is Shang Miaoyan doing here looking for this Cold Sun Sword Immortal? Pei Yuhang doesn't even hold a key position in the Dao Sect... I'll have to investigate this later when I get the chance~'
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