Published: March 8, 2025
Diwu Qingrou furrowed her brow. After calming down Xiao Zhengyan and suppressing the intense emotions of the Shi Family members, she gathered the supreme leaders for a discussion to determine a strategy. With a heavy heart, she walked into her tent, her brow still tightly knit.
To others, Diwu Qingrou appeared troubled solely because of the attack on Shi Qishu and Xiao Zhengyan. However, no one knew that her thoughts were focused on an entirely contradictory issue.
The doubts in Diwu Qingrou's heart were expanding.
They all claimed they were helping me, but they showed complete disdain for my decisions and refused to execute them.
At a time when skilled fighters were needed, they brazenly killed one of their own, an eighth-grade supreme!
What does this represent?
Diwu Qingrou's gaze was gentle as she sat without moving. It was unclear what she was thinking; her expression revealed neither disappointment nor anger.
As usual, she remained calm as water.
The night grew deep.
Diwu Qingrou continued to sit quietly.
It seemed she was waiting for something. She believed that those four would definitely come!
A mist filled the air as two figures appeared before Diwu Qingrou, both tattered and disheveled, eyes red, filled with extreme sorrow and anger.
However, Diwu Qingrou seemed not to notice and calmly said, “You’re back?”
The leader, a white-clothed masked person, took a deep breath to steady his voice. “Yes, we’re back. An unexpected turn of events occurred. Shi Qishu is dead.”
Diwu Qingrou responded lightly, “Dead…”
She surprisingly fell silent.
It seemed that this matter did not concern her much at all.
The white-clothed masked person waited a long time for Diwu Qingrou to ask why, but she refused to do so.
“Why don’t you ask me the reason?” The white-clothed masked person’s eyes were sharp like a blade. “The prior agreement was to avoid killing, but now a life has been taken. Aren’t you curious? Aren’t you angry?”
Diwu Qingrou replied indifferently, “It’s just one dead person. People die every day in this world. If we say they shouldn’t have died, everyone has a reason not to die in someone else's eyes… But what use are reasons? Dead is dead.”
Diwu Qingrou scoffed, “Even a ninth-rank pinnacle supreme, dead, is just a piece of rotten meat! Is that strange?”
The two white-clothed masked individuals gasped, their eyes fixed on Diwu Qingrou as they clenched their fists. In a hoarse voice, one of them said, “Not only is Shi Qishu dead… but out of the four of us brothers who went out together, only the two of us returned!”
He clenched his fists tightly, his voice filled with sorrow akin to bloodshed: “My third brother and fourth brother are also dead!”
Diwu Qingrou slightly raised her brow, saying, “Oh, I see.” Her voice and expression remained calm.
The white-clothed masked person was gasping for air. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Diwu Qingrou's collar, shaking her violently. In a low, muffled roar, he said, “My brothers died! Two of them! They died while working for you. Can’t you at least say something instead of showing such a deadpan face?”
Diwu Qingrou remained silent, coldly looking at the hand gripping her collar. Slowly, she raised her head to meet the eyes of the white-clothed masked person, her gaze calm, deep, and indifferent.
Still, she said nothing.
Yet, under Diwu Qingrou's gaze, the white-clothed masked person involuntarily felt a wave of heartache and weakly released his grip.
Diwu Qingrou casually adjusted her clothes, slowly sitting down. “Many people die in this world; they were just important to you. What does it have to do with me?”
The two white-clothed individuals frowned in unison, glaring fiercely at her.
Diwu Qingrou smiled lightly. “Could it be that your brothers’ corpses look better than others? You’re making a fuss here, and the Shi Family is also in turmoil.”
She coldly laughed, suddenly tapping a rhythm with her hand and reciting smoothly, “Life is everywhere in the martial arts world; once you enter the martial arts world, how can you escape? Piles of bones form the mountain of heroes, blood paves the path of the brave; young men fall in the martial arts world, why can they incite the anger of commoners? Those who laughed at the storm back then are now long buried in the bellies of birds and beasts!”