"A day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father, initially you told your disciple that in the cultivation world, the Master is supreme, and of course, I would not kill you."
"I will only return the pain and torment I suffered a thousandfold, ten thousandfold, Master, are you ready?"
"..."
With just a simple phrase, Situ Danyue took a deep breath, her gaze becoming as profound as water.
However, this water was like a towering flame, formed entirely from the flames, so violent, so scorching hot. She stepped forward, reached out a hand, and firmly gripped the thick fog as if lifting a curtain, violently tearing the sky full of beaded curtains to shreds.
Afterward, in a flash, Situ Danyue stepped onto the White Jade Flyer, the scroll painting in her hand already fully unfurled, the raging flames sweeping directly inside.
...
Splash!
