"I can change my ways, I really can..." the masked man begged, desperate to live.
"Then why did you decide to kill Xin Huohuo first before bringing back her intact corpse?" Bei Mingyuan abruptly changed the subject. But it was still about Xin Huohuo.
"Because there's something strange about her!" The masked man, trying to seize his chance, had a sudden realization and blurted out as if presenting a priceless treasure, "Back then, the Zither Ghost scratched her shoulder. The wound was laced with Yin poison, but it vanished in less than a second! What does that prove? My master once said there's a type of magical treasure that makes one impervious to evil and corruption. It proves that woman is carrying a treasure, and it's an object of pure, unadulterated Yang!"
CRACK! Bei Mingyuan crushed the chair's exquisitely carved armrest in his grip.
