"Yes. That is exactly what he attempted to do, though his reach far exceeded his grasp." Yu Qi nodded calmly, her movements slow and deliberate as she took another graceful, steady sip of her tea, seemingly unbothered by the gravity of her own words.
Lou Liwei sat in silence, his eyes narrowed as he studied the young woman sitting across from him for several long, heavy moments. With his decades of seasoned experience and his exceptionally high level of cultivation, he could clearly sense that Yu Qi was no ordinary mortal. She possessed an astonishingly powerful aura of fortune and an extraordinarily bright, almost blinding destiny. It was no longer a mystery to him why a desperate, power-hungry madman like Ma Chunwei had targeted her specifically. To a practitioner of the dark arts, her soul must have looked like a sun that he hoped to eclipse.
"It seems to me that you know this man rather well, perhaps even better than you initially cared to admit." Yu Qi remarked casually.
