Qin Yun was high up in the clouds, spying on the city below as he took the opportunity to understand the plot that was unfolding.
Beneath him was Jing Fei, who was reeling in despair and clutching the wooden figurine in his hand. The wooden figurine's mouth began moving, spewing out human speech, "Do you not have any regrets?"
"Haha, my life is worse than death. What's there to regret?" said Jing Fei crazily. "I want everyone in the Gan family to die. I also want all of the Sovereign Mountain Sect to perish."
"The Gan family can be easily destroyed but the Sovereign Mountain Sect has been established for a thousand years. Its disciples are scattered all across the world. It's difficult to kill all of them. I can only promise you that I will flatten its territory," continued the wooden figurine.
"Alright." Jing Fei nodded. "That would do."
