Chapter Fifty: Hypocrite

"I don't care! As long as I can avenge my father, I don't care about anything else!" She said this with her eyes closed, as if she dared not meet his gaze, turning her head away.

"Zisang, you've fallen into darkness."

"Zisang, wake up! Don't be tempted by demons and lose your mind!" He shook her body in despair, trying to wake her up, but she coldly pushed him away.

"Fallen into darkness? Huh, Nan Xianyi, take a good look at me. I am a demon," she said with a smile on her face, but it was uglier than tears. Her starry eyes were filled with tears, and even her voice trembled.

Zisang took a deep breath and, after a moment, slowly spoke.

"Nan Xianyi, I once fell into the abyss, and it was you who saved me, warming my heart that had turned into ice."

"But now, that heart has turned cold again, and no one can warm it except the blood of my enemies. Do you understand?"

Zisang rushed towards Qingqiu like a madwoman, and despite Nan Xianyi's attempts to stop her, she angrily rebuffed him.

Nan Xianyi grabbed her wrist, still unwilling to give up, and advised her, "Zisang, don't persist in your folly. Let him go, and let yourself go."

Zisang pushed him away, veins bulging on her face, bloodshot eyes, and she exclaimed angrily, "He killed my father! How can I forgive him? We have an irreconcilable enmity!"

With that, she leaped away...

Nan Xianyi looked in the direction she had gone, but did not follow, as if still expecting something...

As soon as Zisang arrived in Qingqiu, the White Emperor learned the news and was already prepared, either to go to battle alone or to clarify some things.

"You're here!" The White Emperor stood with his hands behind his back, and the blade was already at the heart.

The White Emperor's words made Zisang instinctively retract the dagger.

He knew she would come? Then why didn't he bring any soldiers? Wasn't he afraid that he would face not one person, but an army?

"Someone saw that it was you who killed the Demon Emperor. Is it true?" In the instant the White Emperor turned around, Zisang was stunned. His face was like a carved copy of his father's.

But upon closer inspection, one could also see a hint of determination in the White Emperor's eyebrows, different from his father. His eyes were soft and gentle.

"I had no choice at the time."

"Why?" The White Emperor's voice brought Zisang back to her senses, and his words made her exceptionally angry.

No choice! What a choice!

"My demon clan has always kept away from your Qingqiu. Why did you take advantage of the situation and harm my father?"

Zisang looked at the hypocrite in front of her with disgust, but she couldn't bring herself to hate him just because he had a face similar to her father's.

"Child, I had my reasons for doing that. At that time, he..." The usually solemn White Emperor now looked at her like a father looking at his child, full of compassion.

It seemed that there was too much pain in his heart, too much to express.

But to Zisang, it all seemed like a hypocritical act from a petty man. She looked at him expressionlessly, unable to stand seeing him pretending to be sad with her father's face.

She coldly interrupted him, bluntly retorting, "What kind of reason could there be for you to harm someone who was defenseless?"

"If I'm not mistaken, I believe that day my father should have already escaped the ambush!"

"He should have escaped, and he should have been safe standing here, but because of you!"