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What?

In the entire hall, only Yan Ye and Nan Ling seemed very calm, while all the others, including the Great Elder who had just comforted Beiting Huang, had their eyes widened, staring at Beiting Huang, somewhat failing to comprehend what she had just said.

Pair after pair of dumbfounded eyes gradually expressed shock, disbelief, and then looked at each other, seeking confirmation with their gazes. Had Beiting Huang just said that she hadn’t fed Miss Nangong the Soul Return Pill because she was waiting for the people from Phoenix City, wanting them to witness Nangong Qianmo’s revival?

Did it mean that she actually was confident she could bring Nangong Qianmo back to life?

Beiting Huang found it amusing to see everyone with eyes so wide and mouths gaping open wide enough to fit an egg, and she laughed a little, touching her nose apologetically; she hadn’t meant to frighten them. “Qianmo died for me, and before she died, I promised that I would never allow her to die, even if she did, I would bring her back,” she said.

She looked up at Nangong Cang, whose face was filled with uncontrollable excitement and eyes brimming with tears, “Grandpa Nangong, a gentleman’s word is his bond, and I have already experienced and continue to experience the pain of losing a loved one. How could I give up on a life so easily and allow you to suffer that pain?”

Do not impose on others what you do not wish for yourself! This is the virtue of China.

But this is Central Continent, the Rubis World, a world where the strong prevail, and the law of the jungle applies, and no one cares about these things. Nangong Qianmo willingly died for Beiting Huang, not under anyone’s coercion. Moreover, Beiting Huang had avenged her by slaying Wu Min with her sword. Her actions were more than enough to leave the Nangong family without a word to say.

However, she was not satisfied; she had never given up the idea of reviving Nangong Qianmo. This obsession had always been in her heart.

Since everyone present knew that Beiting Huang had refined the Soul Return Pill, no one was unaware of how perilous the scene was when she refined it in Danska City. First, the Divine Lord of the Judgment Hall ambushed her at the moment of the pill’s completion, followed by the relocator from the 33 Heavens who tried to steal the pill with overwhelming strength.

If not for Beiting Huang’s luck, she might have already gone to accompany Nangong Qianmo by now.

Nangong Cang had lived a hundred years and, as the former head of the Nangong family, one could say his heart was as hard as iron, but at this moment, his heart softened because of Beiting Huang. He raised his trembling hand, caressing Beiting Huang’s head with a voice softer than when he spoke to his own grandchildren, “Good child, in my life, I have never admired anyone, not even your grandfather, but good child, you deserve a thumbs up from Grandpa Nangong!”

Nangong Cang’s belittling of Beiting Lin could still make the latter feel proud. He held his grandson in his arms like a treasure, and Beiting Lin certainly knew that what could make a person submit was not only strength but also character.

And Beiting Huang, the youngest in age, had won the admiration of everyone in the Nine Spirits Hall, not only for her abnormal cultivation talent, strong strength but also for this character of hers.

At any time, she would not abandon her companion, even if she… had already died.