But after spending some time with Master, she'd become clearly aware that beneath his indifferent façade, Master also possessed a tender heart.
If she were to kill Guan Qinghan and Chu Lian'er, Master might not say anything, but he would definitely feel pain and sorrow.
This was something she absolutely could not accept; she couldn't bear to make Master feel so sad.
Moreover, with Master's charm, there were probably already more and more people who had fallen head over heels for him. Even if she killed Guan Qinghan and Chu Lian'er, there would still be the Empress, the Empress Dowager, and far too many other women.
Including her fellow disciples.
Was she supposed to kill all her fellow disciples as well?
Humming, the Sword Qi rippling, Ye Qinghong's palm turned pale as she slowly stood up from the ground, and the shadows in her eyes finally began to fade, her gaze gaining a measure of resolve.
Her black hair flew about, the playful ponytail appearing so resilient in the storm.
