Wind whistled through the mountains and poured into the hall, causing a wailing sound to emerge and add a sense of slaughter to the heavy and deathly silent atmosphere.

The jade hairpin on Qing Xiuyi’s curled up hair clinked, yet she still hadn’t spoken a single word.

True Jade laughed coldly when she saw this and said, “Little Fellow, have you still not seen through Xiuyi’s thoughts? Quickly commit suicide to atone for your crimes so as to avoid sullying our eyes.”

Chen Xi said calmly, “Yet she didn’t deny me either, right?”

True Jade’s expression froze, and then she glanced at Bing Shitian out of the corner of her eye.

“Silence is the greatest form of disregard. Chen Xi, since you still refuse to give up, then fine, I’ll ask Xiuyi to give you an answer herself so that you can die in peace.” Bing Shitian suddenly started chuckling while revealing a graceful yet smug bearing.

He turned around and stared at Qing Xiuyi with an exceedingly tender gaze as he said lightly, “Xiuyi, tell him exactly who you love.”

At this instant, the atmosphere in the hall became tense to the limit, and it caused all the great figures present in the hall to be unable to refrain from arousing a wisp of nervousness.

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