Finally, despair appeared in Fairy Han Qiong's eyes. This person doesn't even intend to spare her sect, how could he let her leave easily? She didn't know whether this person was boasting or truly had the ability to do it, but that was for after her death.
Just in the moment of her hesitation, Changtian had already impatiently said, "Name?" A surge of anger welled up within him without a place to vent it. If that female junior master were still alive, Changtian would have extracted her soul and tortured it with Divine Fire, making her taste the utmost pain of the Mortal World. Unfortunately, this grudge had already been avenged by Ning Xiaoxian, all he could do now was implicate others to alleviate his hatred.
Fairy Han Qiong looked back at the two disciples trembling while hugging each other and said hoarsely, "This matter is unrelated to them, could you...?"
Before she finished her words, a tiny red dot appeared between her eyebrows.
Her expression froze permanently.
