Meng Wan's eyes flickered.
Soul-searching was certainly an option.
However, it was an invasive technique that could inflict severe damage on the target's soul, and depending on the difference in their cultivation, it could even leave the victim mentally crippled.
Still, considering that Elder Jun had conspired to have her killed... she doesn't had any reason to show him mercy.
Meng Wan remained silent for a long while, the contract still clutched in her hands as she stared blankly at Elder Jun's unconscious form.
Her thoughts churned, trying and failing to find any reason that could justify decades of trust turning into a contract for her death.
She didn't notice when Li Feng's arms shifted.
One hand had already been resting just beneath the heavy swell of her breasts.
Now it moved with slow, deliberate ease, sliding upward until his palm cupped the full, soft weight of her left breast through the thin fabric of her robe.
