Seeing the woman disappear, Hua Zhuo's tense emotions gradually subsided. After all, she was a Spirit Card Master; it was only the woman's unexpected appearance that had caused such a significant emotional fluctuation. In just a few seconds, cold sweat trickled down Hua Zhuo's forehead.
"Godmother?" Du Zhaiyue asked, concerned. She took out a handkerchief and gently wiped Hua Zhuo's forehead. "Do you need to rest?"
"No need." Hua Zhuo took a ragged breath, calmed herself, and then suddenly said, "Zhaiyue, call Song Ji."
"Uncle Song?"
Although Du Zhaiyue seemed puzzled, she did as instructed.
Once the call connected, the man's voice on the other end was refined and calm. "Hello?"
"Song Ji!" Hua Zhuo raised her voice slightly. "Why didn't you kill her back then? Why couldn't you bring yourself to do it? You useless coward!"
