In the lamplight, their gazes met; the dim yellow flame drifted faintly between their faces.
Jiushijiu slowly narrowed her eyes; it was impossible to tell what emotion lay in their depths. In that pitch-black gaze, it was as if a cloud of mist had caught fire.
After a long time, she finally gave a faint smile and said, "You're saying that Fang Geyu went to Xianling City not to fight her two elder brothers for the position of City Lord of the Immortal City, but for the Emperor's secret treasure, the 'Samsara Fragment'?"
"Yes."
Though a faint smile touched Jiushijiu's face, there was no fluctuation of emotion in her voice.
"That truly does suit her lawless nature. She dares to steal even the Emperor's secret treasure—she really doesn't know how to write the word 'death.'"
Baili An said, "But the secret treasure she stole was a fake. The true Samsara Fragment is on you.
Speaking of being audacious beyond measure, of not knowing how 'death' is written, she is not your equal."
