When Changtian heard her naturally say "we," a warmth rose in his heart; he knew she truly regarded him as one of the Hidden Stream. He chuckled twice. "That's where you've guessed wrong. Setting aside the effort spent on the long‑distance raid, the ones most eager to wipe out the Jiuxiao Sect weren't the Hidden Stream, but those two Immortal Sects."
What?! She was shocked; the hand gripping his robe tightened. "The Jiuxiao Sect wasn't slaughtered by the Hidden Stream?" Before looking up, she still didn't forget to cast a Cleaning Technique on her own face.
Her eyes and nose were as red as a rabbit's, making her look rather comical. Changtian's lips curved up; he couldn't resist pinching her delicate little nose. "After you fell in Bai Yujing, I did indeed swear I'd slaughter every last soul in Jiuxiao Sect. But after I spent so much effort uprooting the Jiuxiao Sect, how could I possibly let the other Immortal Sects take advantage of it for nothing?"
