The lights in the hotel suite were warm and soft.
Dongfang Xi held a delicate Spiritual Energy pen between her fingers. Upon hearing her subordinate's report, the pen paused on the paper, and a barely noticeable flicker passed through her gaze: "Dongfang Mingyue was assassinated?"
Her tone was flat, yet carried a hint of secretive expectation, aiming straight for the heart of the matter: "Is she dead?"
The subordinate quickly shook his head, lowering his voice slightly: "No. It's said she was severely injured last night, but now she's been sent to the Dan Tower to recuperate. With the protection of the Dan Tower, she should be fine."
"Not dead... what a pity." Dongfang Xi let out a cold laugh, her fingers clenching the Spiritual Energy pen until it turned slightly white.
As a member of the Dongfang Clan, she knew better than anyone the terrifying healing power of the Qingmu Bloodline—so long as there's still a breath left, the Bloodline Power can rapidly heal the injuries.
