After a rather long while, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, the spirit slowly recovering in them, where a glint of hatred and viciousness gradually rose.
"Murong Yi Xuan, I did so much just for you. How could you let me down with just a word like this? I will not let you have it your way. You are destined to be mine!"
Highly different from what is was like in the Feng Residence, on another side of town in Feng Jiu's courtyard, Old Patriarch Feng who had been brought back to the place was like a kid exploring a new place, looking everywhere around him in amazement as he asked inquisitively: "Little Feng, whose place is this? And you as well, why are you still wearing that veil over your face?"
