"Junior Brother Li...you really had the heart to attack me."
He Yingyu's expression was angry, and there were faint tears in the corners of her eyes. She still couldn't let go of what had just happened, venting her anger and resentment on several demon cultivators who had lost their fighting spirit, releasing a multitude of second-level magic artifacts in a fierce assault.
Li Yue suddenly seemed to see clearly, he chuckled coldly, "Junior Sister He, no need to speak of having a heart or not.
Different paths don't cross, I've been infiltrating the Changchun Sect, just waiting for this day, it is just regrettable, so hateful...you all saw through me long ago."
