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Sikong approached, and Xiao Hei was kicked out by his brother.

It timidly crawled to Sikong's feet. Sikong looked at it, but only looked at it; it had lost its vitality and its arrogance.

Master, Zhongli is dead.

After finishing the gesture, he scurried away.

"Zhongli is dead?" Sikong suddenly snapped back to reality and rushed towards the front yard: he hadn't even asked him where Ziyi was yet, he absolutely couldn't die.

"Zhongli!" Sikong burst open the door, and Weizhen led all the shadow guards of the Sikong clan to see Uncle Zhong off on his final journey.

When Wei Zhen saw the person who came, his calm face finally dared to show sorrow.

Wei Zhen knelt down and said, "Congratulations, Master, on breaking through the barrier."

Upon seeing this, the guards immediately followed, saying, "Congratulations, Master, on breaking through the barrier."

Sikong looked at Zhongli's memorial tablet and shouted, "Arrest all the shadow guards who acted that day!"

Everyone remained still and silent...

"Go now!" Still no one moved. Sikong's expression changed, and the chilling aura of his power forced everyone to choke and fall to the ground.

Wei Zhen stepped forward with difficulty: "Master, they're dead. They all committed suicide last night."

"What?" Sikong was struck dumb.

Everyone remained silent. Suddenly, Sikong burst into laughter: "Good!...Well done!...Truly brilliant!" He didn't even give him a chance to look for someone.

Sikong turned and ran towards the palace. The last chance was with Qianqing; he couldn't let the remaining clues slip away.

"Prime...Prime Minister..." Fu Hai couldn't believe his eyes. Was this the Prime Minister? How could he be so... "This humble one pays his respects..."

"Where is Qianqing?!"

"His Majesty, he..."

--Bang-- Sikong kicked Fuhai against the wall and roared, "Speak!"

"He didn't come back."

Sikong rushed out of the city: For the first time, he hoped that Qianqing could find Ziyi, and that Ziyi would be safe and sound by Qianqing's side...

Outside the city:

Qianqing stood beside the cliff of no life, lost in his search: he had searched for miles around but had not found any trace of Ziyi. The fighting was taking place very close to the city gate, so it was impossible for her to have escaped to the outside of the pass.

But... he's been looking for two days and still can't find his Ziyi.

He didn't speculate about this Cliff of No Life; falling from here meant certain death, with no hope whatsoever...

We can't let him lose hope, we can't let him lose even the slightest bit of wishful thinking...

"Raising a tiger will only bring trouble!" Haha! Haha! Both he and Sikong were wrong:

They thought that by placing the best things around her, she would be safe. They let her do whatever she wanted, let her be a scoundrel, and let her bully others. But who could have imagined that the woman they had so painstakingly nurtured would be hated by those who usually protected her, and would even go to any lengths to harm her?

Is it for their own good?! But who the hell cares!

"Why!" The only reply to Qianqing was an empty valley and a mere tear; Qianqing smiled through her tears...

Tears flew into the cliff with the wind.

Qian Qing was lost: they knew their subordinates well, and those they wanted to kill would never leave themselves any way out.

"Hahaha! -- Hahahaha! --" Qianqing collapsed: How did Ziyi die? Doesn't that prove he killed him? He killed him!

"Hahaha--! Hahaha--!" He killed him! He killed Shen Ziyi! He killed Shen Ziyi! Help! He killed the woman he loved! He actually killed the woman he loved! How ridiculous! How stupid! Of all people to kill, why did he have to kill Ziyi!

He rolled to the edge of the cliff, gazing at the deep blue sky, yet he couldn't decipher its color...

Sikong stood a meter away, not approaching...

Qianqing was his last hope! Zhongli had never failed in his killings, let alone this time when he killed Ziyi, who was powerless to even kill a chicken!

He thought... he thought Qianqing's people would... no... no... "Where is Changting!"

Qian Qing didn't move or turn around. He was still smiling as he asked, "Where is Zhong Li?"

"Dead!"

Qian Qing laughed even more wildly, "He's dead! He's dead too!" Half of Qian Qing's body was on the edge of the cliff: "He's dead! You think Chang Ting is still alive! Hahaha! You actually think Chang Ting is still alive! --"

"Qianqing! -"

"--What loyal subordinates! I should bestow the imperial mausoleum upon them!"

Where are they?!

"Two days! A full two days! --"

Sikong was dumbfounded. Even with his exceptional wisdom, he couldn't have imagined such an ending... Even with all his power, he couldn't control life and death...

Snow suddenly fell all over the mountain... the snowflakes were light and delicate... fearless in their whiteness...

"She's dead! Do you believe it or not!"

"I believe in Zhongli! I believe in Zhongli!" He believed in Zhongli more than anyone else. If Zhongli wanted someone to die, that person could never live!