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Perhaps, it could also sow discord between Sang Qingxiao and Qi Xiaomian, bringing in a powerful Demon Catcher would only benefit the quest for the throne. Qin Junxiang contemplated this as he observed Ling Qian's reckless behavior, which proved to be of no use; a single rune from Sang Qingxiao had already halted her advance.
The rain seeped in, intensifying the pain within Ling Qian, making it unbearable. Her steps grew hesitant, and thoughts of retreat began to surface. Understanding her well, Qin Junxiang discerned her intentions from the subtle changes in her expression and movements. Anger flared within him at the thought of being dragged down by her; he no longer wished for her survival and considered ending it all.
With a plan forming in his mind, Qin Junxiang didn't want to get his hands dirty himself. He signaled to his subordinate, who, upon grasping the master's intent, panicked slightly. In that moment of distraction, his eyes betrayed him, catching Qi Hao's attention.
Qi Hao mused silently that this young man was indeed dark-hearted; it was true that those of the same ilk often found themselves together. Such a disposition was regrettable; he was too far gone into darkness.
A direct intervention ensued, particularly conspicuous, drawing even Ling Qian's attention to the hidden weapons rolling on the ground. She looked at Qin Junxiang for a moment before suddenly quieting down. Weakly, she ordered her servants to help her into the carriage after glaring fiercely at Sang Qingxiao.
As for Qin Junxiang, he shamelessly conveyed through a glance that the hidden weapons had nothing to do with him and insisted on waiting for Qi Xiaomian.
He thought this farce had come to an end. However, just as Ling Qian settled into the carriage, it unexpectedly collapsed without warning, causing her to fall and shatter her last psychological defenses.
In the pouring rain, she cried out in despair; her wails were haunting yet failed to elicit sympathy from those around her. Even the servants could only step back in confusion, standing helplessly in the rain.
Sang Qingxiao turned her gaze toward A Si, who stood observing everything unfold with an expressionless face that sent chills down one’s spine.
At that moment, Sang Qingxiao moved, conjuring a massive rune that she lifted to cover the area where the rain fell. With its barrier in place, the downpour gradually lessened. She smirked provocatively at A Si.
A Si frowned discontentedly at Sang Qingxiao but did not relent; she engaged in silent combat with her. The struggle resulted in A Si spitting blood before vanishing in anger!
Due to her intervention, hope ignited within Ling Qian's heart.
"Sang, Master," she thought.
Her actions were not for you; you brought this upon yourself and cannot survive.
After saying this, she instructed Misha to close up shop.
Qi Hao was perplexed; after all, A Si was already on a self-destructive path. If he delayed any longer, she would have achieved her desires fueled by deep hatred. Why insert himself into this conflict and draw their wrath upon himself?
Yet Sang Qingxiao feared he might lose control and be unable to stop; the entire city would suffer as a consequence.
And if he lost control? Surely you could stop him too.
I should be able to stop it, but I don't want to clean up his mess. This little bit of rain can be resolved with just one talisman. If I let it go any longer, it won't just be a single talisman; how many resources will I have to waste?
But that disaster has to be dealt with. Delaying it even a little will only increase the risk of the entire city suffering.
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