"Master, what are you thinking about?" Tang Ru asked curiously.
"I'm thinking about Zhi Ruo." Guo Yi's eyes held a deep sense of longing; every time it snowed, he would remember Mu Zhiruo. He would remember the girl who had held his hand and shouted his name in the midst of falling snow.
The smile on Tang Ru's face suddenly stiffened, her complexion spasmed, and she said, "Master, I am really envious of her!"
"Is that so?" Guo Yi revealed a desolate smile and said, "Once you know what she's been through, perhaps you wouldn't be envious of her anymore."
Could the pain of eight years ago be something ordinary people could endure? And was the life of the Saintess of the Holy Ruins Sect ever easy?
"Once I reach the Divinity Transformation Realm, I will go to the Holy Ruins Sect to find Mu Zhiruo."
"No matter what kind of Grandmasters the Holy Ruins Sect is hiding, I'll crush them with my own hands!"
