Duan Xingye clapped his hands, "I'm serious! Do you have some kind of illness?"
Right, Duan Xingye had no idea she extorted three hundred million from Duan Feihan at the Elixir Pharmacy to buy medicine.
Bai Chuwei just silently smiled.
Yes, she was ill.
Five thousand years ago, that person died trying to save her, and she didn't fare much better, often suffering from heart pain.
But she could bear it until twenty years ago... when that scoundrel Duan Xiuqi betrayed her, forcing her to take medicine every day.
She spent twenty years on Yunwu Mountain, constantly cultivating Spiritual Medicine, but no matter how she accelerated the growth, it couldn't keep up with the rate at which she consumed it.
In the past five thousand years, the men who pursued her numbered close to ten thousand, if not more. Yet none had earned such deep loathing from her ancestors.
Congratulations to Duan Xiuqi for leaving an indelible impression in her heart.
