As Xin Lin had just stepped out, Gui Hu spoke up.
"If you want Shi Fei and her child to die faster, you might as well go find Long Qingxuan. What evidence do you have to prove this is all Long Qingxuan's doing? You'll only bring trouble upon yourself and won't be able to help at all."
Xin Lin paused mid-step.
A moment ago, in a fit of rage, she lost her composure.
Though Pride Corpse was sharp-tongued, he spoke the truth.
She had no evidence.
Who would believe that Long Qingxuan, who returned from the Taichang Holy Institute, would use Ghost Energy?
If they pressed on, how did she even see the Ghost Energy?
"Little Lin, don't be impulsive because of me. If you insist on going to the Crown Prince, I'll bash my head right here, for I've long wanted to join my father."
Shi Fei, her face drained of color, struggled to get up to stop Xin Lin.
