Ji Bingchu heaved a heavy sigh of relief, "Pei Qin is alright now! She's alright!"
Shen Songming couldn't tell if he was disappointed or happy as he watched Pei Qin stand proudly, a smirk hooked on his lips.
Ji Bingchu painfully forced a smile, but he should feel fortunate, fortunate for Mo Heng's methods, fortunate for his obsession, allowing Pei Qin to remain here. Otherwise, Songming would have also followed Pei Qin.
Liang Bing looked at Pei Qin, who stood resolute, and subconsciously took two steps back in fear.
Pei Qin sneered at him, "Liang Bing!"
Just calling his name made Liang Bing's face change with fright, and he hastily stepped back. In front of everyone, feeling embarrassed, he sharply rebuked with inner timidity, "Pei Qin! You demon who borrows the dead to resurrect the soul, you killed Master Duxu! Great Chu has many talented individuals, someone will surely deal with you!"
