"Ying Zi, I didn't, how could I give the Qiong Gouyu to that bastard! I..."
Qingyuan Caicaizi urgently argued, but her expression suddenly changed, exclaiming: "Is it that sachet?! The one you gave me when you fled?"
Qingyuan Ying Zi nodded, "Yes, that sachet. The eight-foot Qiong Gouyu has always been sewn inside it, using the sachet's effect of calming the spirit and nurturing the soul to conceal the faint aura emitted by the Qiong Gouyu that can cleanse the soul."
"I..."
Qingyuan Caicaizi's face changed, and a look of despair suddenly appeared in her eyes.
Snap!
A crisp sound rang out as Qingyuan Caicaizi harshly slapped herself, tears of extreme remorse flowing: "Damn it! I really deserve to die! I have not only harmed my family, but I also handed over our family's treasured artifact to our enemy! I... I really deserve to die!"
Whoosh!
A gale surfaced, and Qingyuan Caicaizi circulated her Inner Qi, raising her hand towards her forehead.
"Stop!"
