Chapter 1878 [Shangxie] Self-knowledge

The man stood up, looked down at the woman, and gave her a final blow coldly.

"And now, your ignorance will not only prevent you from obtaining Fuyi Pavilion, but will also cause you to lose Linglong Pavilion."

The man looked up at the woman's panicked gaze and announced calmly to everyone in the hall,

"Linglong Pavilion Master Xue Yanshu set fire to the sect for his own selfish desires, causing great losses to the sect. He is no longer worthy of the position of Linglong Pavilion Master. He will be detained in the Punishment Hall from today onwards. His punishment will be discussed later."

"As for you—"

He turned to look at the kneeling secret guard in the hall and said coldly,

"Let's put the punishment aside for now. If you want to atone for your sins, you should first bring the person back to me."

The man's deep and indifferent gaze slowly moved outside the hall. Outside the layers of forest, there were clouds and mist. The mountain wind swept across the entire Piaomiao Mountain and suddenly went away to a farther place.

He raised one corner of his lips slightly, with both evil and coldness in his eyes.

"Follow in the direction of Chiwei, and you will find her eventually."

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The secret guards were rushed down the mountain on the spot, and Xue Yanshu had just been taken into custody inside the Tianji Sect.

When she was taken to the execution hall, she didn't cry or even shed a tear.

After the Sect Master said those words in the Bluestone Hall, she became weak as if her soul had been taken away.

When Ye Zhan Luoying went to see her, the woman who usually hated having her face seen the most didn't even notice that her veil had fallen off.

She was in a single cell with a tiny iron window on the wall. Moonlight poured in through the window, leaving a small square on the ground. Xue Yanshu was sitting facing the light, with a shadow falling behind her, like a dark ghost growing from her body, silent and extremely pale.

Zhan Luoying stood outside the cell, looked for a while and then sighed softly.

"Back when you killed Xia Fuyan, the Sect Master preferred to lose Xia Fuyi rather than let her kill you. Do you think that meant he viewed you differently, or even had a secret crush on you?"

The shadow moved, and Xue Yanshu tilted his head slightly from the shadow, his eyes looking pale and numb as if his soul was not there.

She looked at Zhan Luoying and murmured,

"Isn't it?"

"Of course not,"

Zhan Luoying leaned against the iron railing and said lightly,

"Do you still remember what Xia Fuyi said to the Sect Master in the main hall after she returned?"

"She said that even if it was you who killed Fuyan, you still had to die."

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"Even if it was you who killed Fuyan, you still have to die."

Xue Yanshu was in a trance for a moment, and the girl with a straight back and eyes as white as snow seemed to appear before her eyes again.

She looked up at the sect leader with a cold gaze that she had never dared to imagine, and an almost angry attitude that she had never dared to imagine.

And at that time, what kind of expression did the sect leader have when he was looked at like that?

She remembered that she had secretly glanced up at that time.

Ah - the sect leader seemed to be angry too. Although he had a smile on his face, she just knew that he was angry.

But that wasn't the cold anger that she felt towards ordinary subordinates, but an indescribable state of anger that made her almost feel envious and jealous for a moment.

She thought she had forgotten everything, but it turned out to be so clear to her.

Or maybe she has been deliberately ignoring it all along.

If even something like being angry is treated differently, if she gets jealous even when she's angry, how pathetic is that?

Xue Yanshu pulled the corner of his mouth without saying anything, and his profile in the moonlight looked almost sad and desperate.