"Speak, where is it?" he roared, incessantly shaking the already deceased Song Jing in his hands.
Jueqing stepped forward and seized Dugu Chen's arm, "Enough, she's already gone."
"Get lost, this prince doesn't believe it, this prince refuses to believe," the unhinged Dugu Chen would not heed any persuasion. He stared deathly at Song Jing in his hands, flung his arm, and sent Jueqing flying. Zongzheng Zehang stretched out a hand to catch him, stabilizing Jueqing just in time to prevent a backward fall.
"Tell me, where?" His voice held a tinge of pleading, urgency, and his trembling hands dropped Song Jing, collapsing defeatedly to the ground. His once radiant and mischievous phoenix eyes now dull and lifeless, blood tears welled up and streamed down his cheeks, falling to the ground.
Dugu Mo watched with eyes aglow, his dark eyes flashing with destructive intent, his alluring voice slowly drifting into Dugu Chen's ear.
