Narrowing her eyes, she felt quite pleased. She had once sworn to herself! Those who had harmed Zhi Chen, she would repay them tenfold, a hundredfold! She had no bad habits and did not enjoy tormenting others, but that depended on the situation. If necessary, she could transform into an Asura. With a tap of her toes, she gracefully flipped over the wall and stealthily entered Fengya Pavilion. Suddenly, a gust of wind attacked from behind, and she dodged it alertly. When she turned back, she saw a familiar figure. She raised an eyebrow and silently mouthed, "Why are you here?" The person standing opposite her was Zhi Chen. Zhi Chen’s Qinggong was quite good; with a sway of his body, he was already close to her. Then, extending his long arms, he pulled her into his embrace. His chin gently rubbed against the top of her head. He said he came because he missed her, but actually, he was worried about her. After all, Fengya Pavilion was not an ordinary place. He came to escort and protect her. Fight if they could, flee if they must; if anything really happened, he could bear it for her! She pushed him slightly, "Isn’t it inappropriate for us to be talking about love on someone else’s rooftop? Can we do something proper first?" He sighed helplessly, "You clearly don’t have to be . I have preparations here at Fengya Pavilion too, just waiting for the right moment." That day, the husband and wife had a heart-to-heart, but from the beginning, he didn’t want her to do these things for him. Yet she did it secretly, behind his back. One day, a nemesis suddenly died of an acute illness at home, and he became alert. Almost every night afterward, one or two people would die suddenly. The causes varied: accidents like falling off a horse or a bridge, and some suddenly going mad. In short, the bizarre death methods were beyond imagination, but not beyond her capability. That caught his attention, and so one day, he secretly followed her and watched her cast spells, watched her with composure. She was truly as she claimed to be. He didn’t know what she was like over a year ago, but now he knew she was decisive and straightforward, never procrastinating when taking action. The husband and wife flew together towards the interior of Fengya Pavilion, the atmosphere wonderfully beautiful. Hand in hand, bathed in the lovely moonlight. If not for the wrong time and place, they might have been mistaken for a couple out on a romantic outing, with no sign of their sinister thoughts, both harboring all sorts of bloody intentions. Avoiding the patrolling teams inside Fengya Pavilion, the two landed on the eaves of a house. Dong Huiying pulled a small bottle from her sleeve, about to uncork it when her arm was suddenly tugged by Zhi Chen. She looked at Zhi Chen with suspicion, seeing him frowning and focused, as if he was listening to something. Then, Zhi Chen gestured, pointing to the tiles beneath their feet. Dong Huiying heard some sounds, but they were faint, seemingly from inside the house below, where people were conversing. With some doubt, she slowly crouched down, gently moved a few broken tiles aside, and pressed her ear to the gap. "Charles, we haven’t seen each other for a long time." "Miss Qing, it’s my honor that you graced me with your presence." "I was just passing by. Those two girls brought shame to my people in the Witch Gu world. If it weren’t for those sisters, the Elder wouldn’t have sent word to me."