Shengsi Kuangjun appeared before Jiandan once again, his brows slightly furrowed, unable to understand why this Mahayana True Venerable from the Daoist side was making things difficult for the cultivators of their Life and Death Pavilion.
Jiandan couldn't be bothered to explain. With a flick of her hand, a whip as black as blood appeared in her grip—it was none other than the soul weapon belonging to that younger sister Wan.
"Crack!" With a single lash of the whip, neither Shengsi Kuangjun nor the white-flower-like fellow disciple had time to stop her before both heard their junior sister's shrill, agonizing scream.
Chapter 958