That wretched vixen has disguised herself as my wife!

Jiang Jingming rubbed his eyes and looked up again.

He met Fang Zhiyi's smiling eyes, and when she saw that he had regained consciousness, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

Jiang Jingming took a deep breath, shook his head, and stood up:

"I can't say."

It wasn't a nightmare, because it was all clearly something that actually happened.

For some reason, the formation only allowed him to witness A Qing's background as an observer.

"Jingming!"

Another voice rang out beside my ear, sounding very anxious.

Jiang Jingming turned around and saw Xie Yunqi approaching, seemingly worried about his condition.

However, when they got closer, she looked away guiltily, as if she didn't dare to look at him.

"..."

Jiang Jingming naturally noticed the young lady's awkward and hesitant demeanor, but now was not the time to dwell on such things.

He looked around and saw Aqing standing alone a few steps away from the others, head down and expressionless.

Looking at her jade-like profile, Jiang Jingming felt that there were too many people around and he had a lot to say to her, but he didn't know where to begin.

"Was it that formation that just worked? I saw myself being expelled by the Divine Capital Guard for breaking the rules and abusing my power, and I will never be allowed to hold office again."

Lu Zhao looked lingering fear, his face pale.

It wasn't the ending that terrified him; what he feared was that, in this illusion, he would actually become the very kind of despicable person he loathed most.

"I did get to see an old friend from before."

Wen Fuxiao smiled faintly:

"I was just about to have a drink with him when he glared at me and yelled something like, 'How dare a fine man like me be compared to someone like you?' Then he smashed his cup and left. I was so angry that I woke up."

"What I see is the scene right now."

Chen Sha sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and regulated his breathing.

For him, there was nothing more despairing than watching his disciples, whom he had trained, die tragically before his eyes.

"Young Miss, what did you see? Could it be that you're being punished by kneeling for skipping class?"

Lu Zhao sighed and turned his head with some curiosity.

It was just a casual question, but Xie Yunqi jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"What's it to you! Mind your own business! You traitor to the sect who bends the law for personal gain!"

"?"

A question mark slowly appeared on Lu Zhao's face. He didn't know what he had done to offend this bad-tempered young lady.

Xie Yunqi was fierce when he scolded him, but he always avoided Jiang Jingming's gaze.

When Jiang Jingming wasn't looking at her, she would always secretly glance at him.

As soon as Jiang Jingming turned around, she quickly looked away, pretending that nothing had happened.

They looked very furtive.

Jiang Jingming didn't know what was wrong with this young lady, but he could guess that it was probably related to the illusion she had just experienced.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn to look at the leisurely and carefree female doctor next to him.

What did you see?

"It brought back memories of going to worship Buddha when I was a child."

Fang Zhiyi said with a smile.

"..."

Jiang Jingming felt that she was talking nonsense with a straight face again.

Whenever she speaks like that, it probably means she doesn't want to tell the truth.

If Fang Zhiyi doesn't want to tell the truth, there's nothing anyone can do about it.

"What about you?"

Fang Zhiyi tilted her head slightly, her misty eyes quietly looking at him:

"What did you see next?"

"..."

Jiang Jingming lowered his head and did not answer.

He couldn't say what he saw, because Aqing was a child from a collateral branch of the Shun family, which meant that her suspicion in the family annihilation case suddenly increased.

All the investigations and deductions along the way have led to the conclusion that the motive for the Shun family massacre was "revenge."

Since Aqing is Shunqing, she is undoubtedly the person with the most reason to hate the Shun family.

Once this is exposed, no one will believe she is innocent.

As if he had been spied on, the sorcerer, who had been hovering quietly in mid-air, suddenly looked up and laughed, his laughter like the mournful howl of an owl in the winter night.

"Hahahaha!"

Xie Yunqi, lost in his own thoughts, was startled by the sudden laughter and immediately drew his sword, cursing angrily:

"Why are you yelling all of a sudden?!"

The sorcerer wasn't angered by her insult; he simply continued to chuckle.

"Please forgive me, Miss. I was just thinking about something happy, and I was so overjoyed that I couldn't control myself... Don't you want to know what it is, Miss?"

"Do not want to."

Xie Yunqi held the Frost-Floating Sword horizontally in front of him and said coldly:

"I don't care about demons like you."

Her tone was cold and disgusted, and the sorcerer bowed his head humbly, apologizing humbly:

"It was my fault for being so rude. Like father, like daughter. If Commander Xie were here, I'm afraid I wouldn't even have a chance to say a word to the young lady before I'm already beheaded."

"Don't try to intimidate me with my father."

Xie Yunqi sneered and looked up at him:

"Are you trying to remind me that my father isn't here, so stop being so arrogant? Let me tell you, even if you have extraordinary abilities today and kill us all here, I still won't give you a second glance. You'll always be a filthy thing that can't stand the sunlight."

"Young Miss is right."

The warlock clasped his hands together and bowed deeply:

"But, as the daughter of a member of the Divine Capital Guard, and bearing the family motto 'The mirror hangs in the sky, I will burn myself,' does she not care about the truth behind this massacre that is happening right here at her feet?"

Even the truest truth becomes filthy when spoken by someone as vile as you.

Xie Yunqi remained as sharp-tongued as ever, refusing to give an inch.

Listening to the young lady's tantrum-like manner, Jiang Jingming thought to himself that she must have been a tyrant in the capital and had gotten into many street fights.

The warlock seemed to finally realize that he couldn't communicate with this young lady, so he turned around.

"That day I left a secret letter for Vice Envoy Chen, saying that the murderer was among the three people illuminated by the moonlight. Everyone present should have witnessed it, right?"

"The truth you speak of, sir, is it not some baseless metaphysical claim?"

Chen Sha looked up at him, his cold, hard expression concealing murderous intent.

"Of course not."

The warlock chuckled, revealing fangs beneath his hood:

"The murderer I'm going to identify today is one of those three."

"..."

Jiang Jingming lowered his eyes, pressed down on the hilt of the sword, and suppressed the murderous aura emanating from the scabbard.

Xie Yunqi stepped forward, pursing his lips impatiently:

"Alright, alright! You don't need to identify me anymore. I confess. I am the murderer. I am the young master's wife of the Duyue Sect!"

She spread her hands and spun around in a circle:

"I killed those Shun family members, so what? I'm acting on behalf of Heaven!"

"It seems that Miss doesn't believe what this villain said from the bottom of her heart."

The sorcerer smiled and sighed, his words carrying the helplessness of a loyal minister offering advice.

"if not?"

Xie Yunqi spat.

"Stop trying to sow discord! Nobody would believe you!"

"Let him finish speaking."

Chen Sha sat on the ground and coughed, clenching his fist:

"Since you've gone to such lengths to bring us here and forge such an irreconcilable feud with the Divine Capital Guard, you must have something you have to say. So, please let him finish."

"Vice Envoy Chen truly has the demeanor of a great general!"

The sorcerer's smile widened as he paced back and forth in the air, raising his sleeve like a storyteller in a martial arts world to reveal his withered, wooden fingers.

Jiang Jingming's gaze fell on A Qing, and he suddenly realized that she was also looking at him.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the wind died down and silence fell.

Jiang Jingming's killing intent was almost impatient, like a hissing snake.

Back in Shulan City, he once said that he would kill everyone behind the leader step by step, just as he killed the leader. Their ideals, their great achievements, and all their schemes would be reduced to ashes by him.

Simply because they killed Nari Pine.

Things are different now. Along the way, he has accumulated several more grudges against this organization.

Moreover, they are now targeting Aqing.

In an instant, the exposure of identities and the entanglement of good and evil became unimportant.

Jiang Jingming slowly drew his sword from its sheath.

The murderous intent in his blade caused those around him to turn around, looking at him with confusion and astonishment.

"Jingming?"

Lu Zhao wanted to step forward, but was stopped in his tracks by his cold expression.

He had never seen the boy with such an expression before, as if he had suddenly become a different person. At this moment, he would show no mercy to anyone who stood in his way.

"What a wonderful killing intent!"

The sorcerer, suspended in mid-air, burst into excited laughter, his black robes billowing wildly like a black moth spreading its wings.

"..."

Chen Sha frowned as he looked at the two men, one tall and one short, facing each other, but remained silent.

Fang Zhiyi crossed her arms, a smile playing on her lips, but after a long while, she let out a soft sigh.

Only Xie Yunqi drew his sword without hesitation and followed, standing next to Jiang Jingming.

"I knew you were righteous, Jingming! Just like me, you don't like listening to this scoundrel's nonsense. Come on, let's draw our swords and chop off his head first!"

Jiang Jingming remained silent for a long time, feeling that the murderous aura he had been building up in his heart had been successfully dispersed by this silly young lady.

Finally, Aqing gently grasped his wrist and slowly pushed Wujiu, which had already been drawn a few inches from its sheath, back into its sheath.

Jiang Jingming looked up and saw A Qing shaking her head, then giving him a gentle smile.

"..."

She guessed what he had just seen in the illusion.