Before he boarded the ship, he looked back at Yuan chaohui, who had accompanied him for several years, and sighed, " from now on, just be an honest person. Don't be enemies with Xia qingchen anymore. You're not his match, really.
After he finished speaking, he stepped on the boat and left.
Only Yuan chaohui was left standing alone on the dock.
Yuan chaohui's chest felt as if there were ten thousand horses galloping, as if his chest was going to be torn apart. He was extremely depressed.
As a man, he couldn't even keep his own woman.
It was all because she had no confidence in herself.
"Am I, Yuan chaohui, such a coward?" Yuan chaohui let out a low roar of grief and indignation, " I'm not convinced!"
Traces of hatred were ignited in the depths of his eyes.
He had been in Nebula sect for so many years, how many contributions had he made?
