"I'll just watch. It's not like I haven't seen dead people," she said, raising her eyebrows.
Qian Jiyun did not persuade her to leave. Instead, he walked towards Qian Liuguang.
"You… What are you trying to do?"
Qian Liuguang retreated, and his gaze became filled with terror.
Now that he had lost all his demonic energy, he was like a cripple. Qian Jiyun could kill him easily. He did not even have the strength to resist and could only wait for death.
"No, no. Qian Jiyun, I'm your…"
He wanted to say that he was the one who raised Qian Jiyun. At the very least, he was half a father to Qian Jiyun.
However, it was useless to say that in front of Qian Jiyun. Qian Jiyun was not the kind of person who would feel appreciative of him for having raised him.
"Qian Jiyun, I know your birth origins. If you kill me, you'll never know where you came from. If I'm not wrong, An Tu is already dead, right?"