Jiese said, "Lady Yun, they're dead. Their souls are no longer your concern. Someone will punish them for their sins. I can't give it to you."
Yun Yiyi asked, "How so?"
Jiese replied, "The eighteenth level of Hell."
"I had more faith in punishing them myself! Are you going to give the souls to me?"
Jiese did not reply.
There was a dark glint in her eyes. She was vividly cold towards Jiese. In the end, she scoffed and was about to leave.
Jiese stopped her. He said, "Lady Yun, it's time to let go since your enemy's already defeated!"
Yun Yiyi looked lost. She appeared to be misguided. Then, she went cold again. She said tragically, "How am I supposed to let go? Who can understand my pain? The world hurt me, I want everyone to feel the same pain, too!"
"Stop it. Ask yourself, will that make you happy?"