Ge Panming heard Lo Yingbai’s words, a light flashing in his eyes before dimming, and he smiled, saying, “Besides the final battle, we still have many accounts to settle between us.”
Lo Yingbai, seeing that he couldn’t get any more information, grew impatient. His mind was preoccupied with Xia Xianning, so he drew his sword with a “swish” and said, “Fine, let’s settle the account of Zhu Caiwei stabbing me first.”
“Wait,” Ge Panming suddenly said, “What did you say? Stabbing you?
He suddenly erupted in rage, lifting the crying Zhu Caiwei from the ground: “Did you hurt him?”
Zhu Caiwei was still immersed in the joy of not being abandoned. Looking at Ge Panming, she found him particularly familiar. Not quite understanding the purpose of his question, she said blankly, “I stabbed him… took the protective charm from his body. Weren’t you the one who told me to steal the charm?”
Seeing Ge Panming staring at her darkly without speaking, she was startled, thinking he was blaming her for not killing Luo Yingbai when she had the chance. She hurriedly continued, “I aimed the stab carefully, but he was too quick. Before the knife could fully penetrate, he broke free, so I couldn’t strike again, I…”
Before finishing her sentence, Zhu Caiwei’s eyes suddenly widened, then slowly looked down. A long halberd, identical to the one on the altar, was thrust into her chest.
Ge Panming withdrew his weapon, coldly saying, “Like this?”
Zhu Caiwei lost her support and collapsed softly on the ground, blood gushing from her wound in large streams, impossible to stop.
Ge Panming had completely pierced her from front to back, creating a hole. Zhu Caiwei could even feel the wind blowing through the hole in her chest, her body temperature gradually dissipating, her heart turning to ash.
She wanted to ask something, but breathing was difficult, and her open mouth became heavy gasps.
She heard Luo Yingbai ask in shock, “Ge Panming, what are you doing?”
Ge Panming murmured, “Every time, I never intended to harm you, I just wanted to bring you down…”
His tone was obsessive, sorrowful, with an uncontrollable tremor. This was the first time Zhu Caiwei glimpsed some genuine emotion beneath his gloomy and cold exterior.
Zhu Caiwei suddenly understood Ge Panming’s long-standing schemes completely.
