Bitterness, pain, helplessness...
All sorts of emotions flooded Situ Danyue's heart, turning her complexion exceedingly pale.
With drooping eyelids, a struggle surfaced in her eyes.
What should she do? What was the best course of action?
On one side was her senior sister, Ye Qinghong, while on the other was her much-despised yet madly adored teacher.
Over the years, she had devoted her Dao heart, her willpower, her everything to her teacher, all for the sake of taking him down, completely conquering him, turning him into a flesh slave.
Afterward, to be ravaged by her at will.
Should she now give up just because of her senior sister's presence?
That would mean she'd have to abandon her own Dao heart, which was absolutely unacceptable to her.
But...
Her senior sister's kindness to her was too deep, a lifelong debt.
After an extended period, outside the Flying Craft, the autumn rain continued to pour, drop by drop, falling from the sky and hitting the ground.
