Upon saying that, Yan Po gave her sleeves a grand flick, which pushed the whole group of people aside. Her long slender fingers then reached out in a grab, effortlessly coming to grasp Ying Ge’s neck in their grip.
Ying Ge’s face immediately turned red as the most fragile part of her slender neck was caught in her Master’s grip, completely defenceless against it. But her eyes were moist, carrying a tinge of plea within as she looked at Yan Po and said strugglingly: “Mas…ter….. I….. beg you…..”
Yan Po did not answer her.
A loud crack snapped out crisply, and the girl’s body fell limply to the ground. In that seemingly unending boundless snowy ground, her red scarlet clothes fluttered lightly in the wind, a beautifully brilliant sight.
But there she would lie, seemingly never to wake again.
Qing Lan Fei stood frozen in her spot, her body turned cold, without the slightest bit of temperature on her body.
Her arms hung limply at her sides, the tips of her fingers shaking.
A chill spread out from deep inside her bones permeated her entire body, that almost seemed to rob her of her ability to think for an instant, unable to move in the slightest at all.
“Ying Ge…..”
It was not known how much time had passed. It looked like her lips had turned rather pale under that freezing cold temperature.
But what had become colder than that was her heart, that wrenched up with a throbbing wincing pain.
Just how fleeting can a person’s fragile life be?
It was just a short moment ago that that person had still been smiling at her. She was at this moment lying motionless there on the cold hard ground, no longer breathing, and so quiet that it looked like she was merely asleep.
But Qing Lan Fei knew, that the girl would never awaken again.
Ying Ge…..
She should still be well and alive. Why…..
Her fingernails dug deeply into her palms, and blood seeped out from her tightly clenched fists. But she did not feel the slightest bit of that pain, her eyes filling up with hatred as she stared at the woman who had an icy expression on her face.
She had always thought, that though the Mind Free Peak had always been a cold and heartless place, but her Master was different at the very least, a person who was never prone to smiles and had a frosty personality, but would always show her a sliver of concern.
But she had gotten it all wrong. The concern her Master had shown her all this time was merely because Yan Po had a scheme up her sleeve all along, and that she was still of some use to her.
Now, even with Ying Ge….. The one and only person in the Mind Free Peak who still had her conscience in her heart, the one person who had been sincere towards her, has now been ruthlessly murdered.
What wrong has Ying Ge committed? She was innocent and absolutely guiltless!
A smile slowly crept onto Qing Lan Fei’s face, before she then broke into a bout of sad mournful laughter. “From now onwards, you are no longer my Master. In your heart, I fear that both Ying Ge and I are not even considered as worthy chesspieces for you to maneuver, but just little playthings kept by your side, to be used and manipulated as you very well please.”
