Lan Yurui stood there, watching with her own eyes as a wrongfully dead senior was turned into nothingness by the blinding electric serpents from Xu Hu's palm thunder, the Evil Yin Qi and the remnants of the Vital Spirit vanishing completely.
She couldn't help but feel a deep sense of guilt.
Although she didn't want that senior to possess her for revenge, becoming her tool for murder, she really didn't wish for a tragically dead soul to just vanish into oblivion.
Even though she knew Xu Hu had acted harshly for her sake, she still found it difficult to let go. She stared blankly at Xu Hu, who stood with his back to her, at a loss for words, unable even to utter a thank you.
Instead of feeling any jubilation or joy, her heart was filled with discomfort.
"Yu Rui, the fierce ghost has been reduced to dust and smoke, so you don't have to worry anymore. You can come to the music classroom to practice in peace. But why do I feel so sad? Is what I did right or wrong?"
