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Chapter 1179 - 1179 480 Shui Qianjun (3)


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This made Shui Qianjun dislike Shui Qianhui even more!


Hearing of Shui Qianhui’s death gave him a sense of relief; he was glad to have one less troublemaker around…


That morning, after making inquiries, he sent Shui Tong and some clan experts to Jinghua Building to investigate the incident and, if possible, take care of the person responsible for Shui Qianhui’s demise…


Even though he didn’t like Shui Qianhui, she was the Eldest Lady of their Shui Clan; it was impossible for them to not pursue the matter after her death…


Thus, with Shui Tong and a group of Elders setting out, he stayed behind in the annex, waiting for news.


He thought that with the strength of Shui Tong and the Shui Clan Elders, finding and dealing with the culprit would be easy…


So, when Shui Tong and the others didn’t return the entire day, he didn’t think much of it, assuming the murderer of Qianhui had panicked and fled, with Shui Tong and the others hot on their trail…


However, when even at nightfall Shui Tong and the others hadn’t come back, just as he was about to contact Shui Tong, he received another Sound Transmission Stone message from his angry dad, demanding an explanation.


The day before, Shui Qianhui’s Soul Token had shattered, and now the Soul Tokens of Shui Tong and the Shui Clan Elders had also been destroyed…


Only then did he realize that something had gone wrong.


After ending the call with his dad, someone reported that a clerk from Treasure Pavilion had come with a message: the ashes of the Shui Clan Elders were at the entrance of Treasure Pavilion, waiting for them to be collected…


Shui Qianjun hurriedly had the clerk from Treasure Pavilion brought in and, after a detailed inquiry, learned what had happened!


He also found out about the existence of the Divine Snow Wolf by Mo Jiuli’s side…


In his view, Mo Jiuli must have relied on poison to kill Shui Tong and the others, indicating inferior strength!


The eight strong people by his side, though, could definitely take Mo Jiuli and his people down in seconds, not even giving them a chance to poison…


Shui Qianjun looked at Mo Jiuli, who was sitting there calmly having finished his meal, now drinking tea—their Lord, their Lady—and with a darkening face, he asked, “Was it you who bet with my younger sister, and killed all my Shui Clan Elders?”
Mo Jiuli, hearing this, looked up slightly, gazing at Shui Qianjun standing beside the table.


He saw the other’s tall figure draped in blue attire, with light blue embroidery of water patterns on the chest, a white jade hairpin in the hair reflecting against the blue clothes, combined with a pair of dark eyes glimmering like the Star River, barely-there smiles lingering on thin lips, a waistband of the same hue, and holding an ivory fan—a picture of casual elegance.


This was the Shui Clan’s Young Master…


“If you already know the answer, why bother asking?” Mo Jiuli replied, withdrawing his gaze, speaking indifferently.


“I don’t wish to talk more than necessary.


My younger sister made a bet with you and was eradicated by the Oath Rule—indeed, that was her fault!


But the Shui Clan Elders did nothing greatly wrong.


Even if they wanted to avenge my sister, that would be within reason!


You, however, acted so ruthlessly, poisoning them and leaving their corpses boneless!


This account, my Shui Clan will definitely not settle so easily!


Murderers must pay with their lives, it’s the law of heaven and earth.


Today, you will surely pay with your lives for our Shui Clan Elders!” Shui Qianjun said with a cold voice.


“Heh—heh—Murderers pay with their lives?


You must have forgotten; in this world, it’s the law of the jungle, the strong prevail.


If assassins truly had to pay with their lives, then your Shui Clan Elders would have died over and over again by now!


Or do you actually mean to say that since I killed people of your Shui Clan, I must pay with my life, but if my people were killed by the Shui Clan yesterday, they deserved it?” Mo Jiuli asked with a sarcastic gaze.