<h4>Chapter 1292: Chapter 1289: I Killed Your Sister, Do You Hate Me? (Second Update)</h4><h4></h4>


    Xue An revealed his pearly white teeth, offering a slight smile: "Aren’t you simply worried about your strength being insufficient? Rest assured! With me here, even before themencement of the grandpetition for the Dao, I will train you to be a formidable power!"


    All Xing Yushu could do was deeply bow his head in response, whispering: "Yes!"


    As he lowered his head.


    The other people on the za couldn’t help but exchange nces, at a loss for what to do.


    What to do?


    To pay respects or not to pay respects?


    This dilemma was quickly resolved after seeing the fright in each other’s eyes.


    Everyone in the Golden Cauldron Pavilion, be they elders or disciples, unanimously bent over to pay respects, loudly chanting in unison.


    "Disciples, congratte Sect Leader Xing on your new position!"


    Facing the homage from all sides, Xing Yushu felt quite nervous, inevitably seeking help with a nce towards Xue An.


    But at this moment, Xue An did not pay any attention to this, and instead walked straight to Sheng Miaotong, who was standing on the side of the crowd.


    Sheng Miaotong was still not recovered from her previous daze.


    Not until Xue Anxin approached her did she subconsciously lift her head to gaze at Xue An.


    Xue An revealed a trace of a smile, "I killed your sister, do you hate me?"


    This questioning instantly quieted the surrounding crowd and instinctively made them step back several paces, hastily creating a wide circle as if desperately eager to clear away.


    Only the old servant standing behind Sheng Miaotong did not leave.


    However, he was trembling, looking at Sheng Miaotong with anxious eyes, praying frantically in his heart.


    Miss, you must keep yourposure, you must not enrage this Divine ughter sir! Otherwise, none of us will be able to leave!


    But his prayers had no effect. Sheng Miaotong’s eyes gradually cleared of confusion, and she looked at Xue An with a gleaming gaze before slowly nodding.


    "Hate!"


    This response nearly made the old servant wet his pants, and the surrounding crowd murmured among themselves in low tones.


    Many people inwardly shook their heads, believing that such an answer from the girl was a harbinger of ill fortune.


    Unexpectedly, the corner of Xue An’s mouth gradually curled up in a yful smile, "Oh? And you’re not afraid that I would kill you for saying that?"


    Sheng Miaotong shook her head, "Not afraid!"


    The crowd stirred faintly once more.


    This old servant, who had followed Sheng Miaotong since her childhood, closed his eyes in despair, prepared for a shared demise.


    If it were someone else, this old servant might still harbor a glimmer of hope.


    But the strength Xue An disyed in the recent great battle was truly astonishing, so astonishing that the mere thought of his own earlier audacity in trying to block Xue An’s path, let alone attempt to take action, sent shivers down his spine.


    Strength dictates status.


    Back in the inn of the small city, relying on the Sheng Family’s power, they held some psychological advantage.


    But now, such psychological advantages had vanished into nothing alongside Sheng Manyu’s violent death.


    This old servant did not doubt for a moment that if Xue An wished to act, he could effortlessly ughter everyone present without leaving a single survivor.


    Thus, seeing Sheng Miaotong respond to Xue An in such a way, he was scared to the point of abandoning all hope.


    Yet, contrary to everyone’s expectations, when faced with such an answer, Xue An did not grow angry as predicted, but instead let out a slight smile, "Oh? Why is that?"


    "Because you are not one to kill the innocent indiscriminately!" Sheng Miaotong asserted seriously as she looked straight at Xue An.


    The entire assembly was dumbstruck.


    Having killed so many, yet in Sheng Miaotong’s mouth, he was not one to kill wantonly?


    Sensing the crowd’s puzzlement, Sheng Miaotong continued: "Because everyone you killed brought it upon themselves, they deserved death!"


    Xue An spoke indifferently, "And what of your elder sister? Is she the same?"


    The atmosphere suddenly became tense.


    The old servant, who had just seen a glimmer of hope for survival, felt his heart might burst from pounding so hard.


    Miss, please don’t speak irresponsibly!


    Sheng Miaotong nodded, "Yes, she’s the same! Even more so, she’s the one who repeatedly provoked you and even tried to collude with Ci Yun and others to deal with you!"


    "So ording to what you’ve said, shouldn’t you not hate me?" Xue An asked with interest.


    Sheng Miaotong’s gaze was downcast, her face no longer held its usual cheerfulness, reced instead by a look of deep sorrow.


    "She deserved death, but she was also my sister! You killed her; of course, I would hate you!"


    Xue An fell silent, just quietly observing the young girl.


    As his silence continued, the whole ce fell into quietude as well.


    It wasn’t until a whileter that a flicker of intense approval shed through Xue An’s eyes, and then he nodded, "Well said!"


    With that, Xue An turned and walked away.


    The old servant felt his legs go weak and nearly copsed on the spot, exhaling a sigh of relief internally.


    Fortunately, it seems his life was spared.


    But just then, Sheng Miaotong suddenly lifted her head and called out towards Xue An’s retreating figure.


    "Although I may think so, it does not mean my family shares the same sentiment. Therefore, after I return, my family, as well as the Lu Family, will certainly not let this go, you..."


    Sheng Miaotong didn’t finish her sentence, but her expression made her meaning clear.


    She wanted to remind Xue An to be on his guard, to better prepare against any precautions.


    But Xue An didn’t even pause his steps or turn his head as he responded, "Good! I’ve got nothing better to do anyway. If they want toe, then let theme!"


    Having said this, Xue An left the za.


    Sheng Miaotong stared nkly at the receding figure of Xue An, her eyes shimmering with tears, lost in thought.


    The old servant approached timidly and whispered, "Second Miss, it’s not safe to stay here for long. Let’s leave as soon as possible!"


    No sooner had he spoken thanrge tears fell from Sheng Miaotong’s eyes as she turned to stare nkly at the old servant.


    "Do you think... Will I ever see him again?"


    The old servant felt a tightness on his scalp and forced a smile, "You should... you should, I think! Second Miss, let’s get going first. If we dy, things could change for the worse!"


    This was because he noticed that many people around them were already giving them hostile looks, which naturally filled him with trepidation.


    As for whether Sheng Miaotong could see Xue An again...


    The old servant bitterly thought to himself.


    Whether you can see him again, I do not know, but I certainly never want to see that Divine ughter again.


    It’s just too nerve-wracking!


    In the end, Sheng Miaotong, along with the few servants that were left, departed from the Golden Cauldron Pavilion.


    This battle came to a temporary close.


    The atmosphere within Golden Cauldron Pavilion was heavy, and everyone was on edge.


    Because nobody knew what Xue An had in mind when he appointed Xing Yushu as the Sect Leader.


    With the date of the orthodoxypetition drawing ever closer and having gone through such turmoil, what results could a severely weakened Golden Cauldron Pavilion achieve in the uingpetition?


    That was the question on everyone’s mind.


    At the same time.


    News of the drastic changes at Golden Cauldron Pavilion spread with rming speed.