As a cultivator, Xiao Qiang had witnessed countless life cycles and didn't care about his own life, let alone that of others. However, the death of Wu Mei tonight filled his heart with sorrow.
Xiao Qiang had seen murders and torture before, some even cruelty he himself had perpetrated. But for some reason, whenever he thought of the little girl who blinked her big eyes at him and asked, "Am I pretty?" being so ruthlessly killed, an inexplicable anger welled up in his heart.
His gaze settled on the pendant in the car, Xiao Qiang's brows furrowed slightly.
"Union bead? Jade Maiden Sect?"
Xiao Qiang murmured these six words that Wu Mei had spoken before her death, suddenly feeling like he had touched upon some clue.
Although that middle-aged man was an extremely evil person, Xiao Qiang didn't bother much about him. He could defeat the man once and naturally could do so a second time, or even kill the scoundrel.
