The blood-colored chains repeatedly battered the woman in purple. Her petite frame trembled, and she cried out in agony. Bloody gashes appeared on the snowy skin of her back.

Meanwhile, that hoarse voice resounded from the depths of the cave. “Tianji, how dare you try your paltry charm abilities on His Excellency Su? How is that any different from seeking death?” 

“Are you really… His Excellency Su?” The woman’s eyes widened. She looked enlightened, but more than that, her expression filled with dread.

“Go in on your own.” Su Yi pointed to the Heaven’s Writ Lotus Lantern 

“Got it!” This time, the woman in purple seemed fully resigned to her fate. She lowered her pretty head, trembling as she rose to her feet and staggered into the Heaven’s Writ Lotus Lantern. In the blink of an eye, she’d vanished.

“This…” Fei Changting had witnessed this entire exchange, and disbelief was written all over his face. “‘His Excellency Su’? Don’t tell me you’re really…”

Cui Chang’an said earlier, “I said it earlier: you lost to ‘Young Lord Su’, but even if you die, it’ll be a worthy, honorable death. Do you understand now?”

Fei Changting gulped, then slumped in despondency and muttered, “But they...