A linen sack was dropped in front of Huiye Shi. Tianming and Feiling had erased all evidence of battle before they returned, so naturally they didn't look like they had just been fighting.

"What?!" Huiye Shi could already smell the blood coming from the sack. The thought of Huiyue Yin having gone to mess with them gave her a bad feeling. What am I thinking? My brother's an ascendant! Thinking about how laughably ridiculous it would be if Huiyue Yin’s corpse was in the sack, she relaxed and glared at Tianming, then Feiling. That loose bitch!

Lazily, she said, "Oh, and to think you'd give me a gift. Open it to show your sincerity then."

"Sure thing." Tianming tore open the sack with a stream of sword ki, revealing a battered corpse whose eyes were wide open in agony. It only had one arm remaining, and the other limbs were nowhere to be found. The face was contorted and torn apart, but she still instantly recognized it as Huiyue Yin.

Stunned, she rubbed her eyes and looked again. "Huh?" She still...