The bright moon hangs in the sky, its light like water.
In a quaint and serene courtyard, two stunning beauties sit facing each other, one gentle, the other icy.
After a long pause, Ye Xiyue sneered, "Naturally, it's a rumor. You know that Minglan's lifelong wish is revenge. Didn't the Third Princess of the West Imperial Dynasty trace us all the way to Xiyue Peak? Junior Sister has not returned, likely to avoid implicating the sect."
Wei Wan looked down at her teacup, somewhat worried, "So, the Third Junior Sister really killed the Eldest Prince of the West Imperial Dynasty? This could be quite troublesome."
"The Western Empress is a disciple of the Immortal Flying Pavilion, and naturally, the West Imperial Dynasty is backed by the Pavilion. Even if the Third Junior Sister killed for revenge, she shouldn't have left any evidence for them."
Ye Xiyue spoke coldly, pausing, then looked at Wei Wan:
