"You... despicable..."
Pointing at Su Jie, Du Shaochang's pupils dilated, his lips parted as if he wanted to say something more, but his body no longer allowed him to do so.
Before he could finish a complete sentence, the last vestige of life in his body dissipated, his life force severed, like a wing-clipped eagle plummeting from the sky to the ground.
"Despicable, eh! For a demon cultivator, that should be considered a compliment."
A slight curve formed on Su Jie's lips as the swarm of insects carried Du Shaochang's corpse towards him.
"No!"
Having witnessed Du Shaochang's fall, Mo Shiyao's clear eyes stared blankly ahead, her body completely still, tears already blurring her vision.
"Return Brother Du to me."
After snapping back to reality, Mo Shiyao embraced her ancient zither and began strumming with both hands, sending out mysterious heavenly sounds that transformed into divine weapons, attempting to retrieve Du Shaochang's body.
