Ling Feng said coldly, "Does it matter if you care about Tang Xiaomei now? Whether she's doing well or not, what can you do about it?"
"Tell me! I beg you!" Tang Tianxing coughed out a mouthful of blood, his gaze pleading as he asked, "How is she... how is she now!"
"Dead!" Ling Feng said coldly.
"Impossible!" Tang Tianxing was stunned, then started shouting frantically, "You're lying to me, you must be lying! Xiaomei would never die, it must have been the people from Tang Sect who persecuted her! I won't forgive you!"
Ling Feng sneered, "Tsk tsk, it's really unexpected, you're still so unrepentant until now! After you stole the Heavenly Scroll of Hidden Weapons that year, you were pursued by the Tang Sect, but did you ever wonder why the pursuers changed their direction halfway through and let you escape?"
Tang Tianxing, struck as if by a heavy blow, said, "You mean..."
