Just when Xia Weiyang thought she was bound to die, the dry leaves enveloping her suddenly began to fall, and she dropped to the ground, gasping for breath.
The voice of Qin Ru, the wife of the Lord of the Divine Clan, suddenly sounded, "Trying to kill my daughter, who gave you the gall!"
Qin Ru's voice was cold and sharp, tinged with dissatisfaction and gloom.
If she hadn't noticed Xia Weiyang's unusual behavior and had someone watch her constantly, this foolish Xia Weiyang wouldn't even know how she died today!
Thankfully, the restrictions of the Divine Clan's back mountain had little effect on her; otherwise, she would have had to watch helplessly as Xia Weiyang died...
Qin Ru was filled with cold fury, her gaze fixed intensely on Xia Mian, wanting to tear her apart!
Xia Mian didn't mind at all, lightly pulling up the corners of her lips, her eyes indifferent as she looked at Qin Ru, "Those who do evil will surely die; your daughter should have died long ago!"
