In his fury, Qin Yi cursed Fang Haohong's ancestors for eighteen generations.
However, he didn't feel any relief, instead his anger grew ever stronger, wishing he could turn Fang Haohong into minced meat this instant.
He looked at the girl displayed in the showcase, sighed and said, "I know your deaths were unjust, but don't worry, I will avenge you, grind that old pervert who killed you into dust, so your spirits can rest in peace."
Qin Yi couldn't bear to look any longer, afraid that if he stayed here, he couldn't help but let his fury drive him into a fight to the death with Fang Haohong.
He quietly exited the secret chamber without disturbing anything.
Just as he entered the outside room, and the wall's secret door had just closed, he suddenly felt his ears twitch slightly, someone was coming.
There were footsteps from two people, and their cultivation levels were strong.
