"Do you intend to kill him head-on?"
Qiu Wushuang turned pale with astonishment, "He is a Quasi-Saint; could it be that you have really become a Quasi-Saint?"
Zhen Liuxue spoke calmly, "It is a fight to the death. Even a thirty percent chance is worth taking the risk."
Qiu Wushuang stared at Zhen Liuxue in silence, and after a long while whispered, "Even if what you say is true, and he is indeed the murderer, didn't mother do what she did hoping that you and I wouldn't go to our deaths? How is challenging him any different from seeking death?"
After a pause, Qiu Wushuang's emotions suddenly surged, "Even if you die, nothing will change. He will still be the Hall Master, while you will be utterly dead, without a trace left..."
Zhen Liuxue said indifferently, "Isn't that exactly what you want? You won't have to see me anymore."
Qiu Wushuang's face reddened with anger, glaring at Zhen Liuxue, her chest heaving violently, obviously infuriated by Zhen Liuxue's words.
