Her beautiful eyes seriously gazed at Shen Qiang. With a voluptuous and graceful figure, a beautiful and alluring face, and a sensuous purple temperament, a smile played at the corner of her red lips: "Your words anger me greatly, but perhaps you are right. Zong Zijin is a cultivator, and a cultivator out of control must die. So I'll help you, but remember to be polite when talking to me next time, or I'll make you witness my power."
Looking at the beautiful face carrying a smile, yet with a voice cold and sensuous, Shen Qiang smiled: "This matter must be done quietly."
Purple smiled: "Wenren Meiqiao is your bedmate, she's the security chief, and Zong Zijin is under her control. Just ask a few questions, and you can understand everything. If you want it done quietly, it's as easy as pie. Besides, do you want to deceive yourself? When Zong Zijin dies, all cultivators will know it was you."
