He Xiumei's voice had barely faded.
Jiangli slowly raised her head, but doused He Xiumei with a splash of cold water.
He Xiumei couldn't help but be stunned, "Master, what do you mean by that?"
Jiang Yongnian stared blankly at Jiangli, his eyes still somewhat unfocused and hazy, as if he was looking at Jiangli, yet it seemed as if he was looking at someone else.
His mind hadn't caught up yet, he was somewhat slow to react to He Xiumei's words.
Jiangli, however, was looking straight into his eyes, plainly said, "A shadow lurks between your brows, your hands stained red, your karma is heavy, bearing the life of another. Since you have a life debt on your shoulders, the only one who can save you is yourself."
Jiang Yongnian's heart suddenly contracted.
A trace of bewilderment and fear showed in He Xiumei's eyes as she shook her head tremblingly, "Master, what do you mean? My son Yongnian is so timid, how could he hurt anyone? Could you have made a mistake?"
