"The Spirit Treasure Pavilion never dabbles in murder. You've broken the rules, so naturally, you are no longer under the Spirit Treasure Pavilion's protection."
The meaning behind Zhou Qingning's words was simple... No rescue!
Zhou Wushuang's composure shattered in an instant. She could tell Chen Xiaorong was injured, but so what? Even weakened, she was still no match for her. Only a monster could defeat a monster.
"You killed a disciple of my Moyun Sect. You deserve to die."
Chen Xiaorong waved a hand, and the longsword Suwen at her feet flew into her grasp. She had declared Zhou Wushuang's doom, her light-blue dress billowing in the fierce wind like a slowly blooming flower.
