Longze Qiansai was not surprised, "It's not strange if it's him."
"But, Your Highness, with your mood being so foul, are you perhaps thinking of avenging Beitang Chuxin?"
Beitang Qing glanced at him, "Do you think I'm sick in the head?"
The corner of Longze Qiansui's mouth twitched, and cracks appeared on his iceberg-like face.
"What do you want from Beitang Qi?"
Beitang Qing put down his empty glass, "Beitang Chuxin's injury isn't healing. The wound hasn't closed, and half of her face is almost completely rotten. If it continues to decay, I estimate that her left eye may be in danger. Moreover, her disfigurement is now certain."
Longze Qiansui arched an eyebrow, "That... is quite a harsh lesson."
Beitang Qing sneered, "Beitang Qi has already shown restraint by not taking her life."
