Xu Qing’s words moved Xu Xiaohui more deeply than anything in months. She had not lied at all; everything she told him was true. The only things she had left out were the bitterness and pain she had experienced during the months in which she had personally investigated Zhou Qingpeng’s death. And she didn’t mention how she felt absolutely no sense of belonging in Seven Blood Eyes. She didn’t hate the sect. But she didn’t understand how a good person like Elder Brother Zhou could be killed so suddenly. In the end, she wanted to do everything she could to repay the kindness he had shown her.

Sometimes she had asked herself if everything she was doing was worth it.... All she knew was that if she gave up, it would mean abandoning what little bit of warmth remained in her heart. Ever since coming to Seven Blood Eyes, that little bit of warmth had been precious to her. She didn’t want to give it up.

Even though Xu Qing gently prevented her from kowtowing, she still remained in a kneeling position. From the look of it, to someone as weak as her, kneeling provided a sense of safety.

Inside, Xu Qing sighed deeply. Taking out his identity medallion, he found someone in his contacts and sent a voice message.

“Come see me.”

Shortly thereafter, an emaciated figure sped out of the night toward Xu Qing.

When Xu Xiaohui...