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Oscar also left. Loneliness, helplessness, loss, pain, all sorts of emotions constantly battered Ning Rongrong's mere twelve-year-old heart. Tears silently fell as she suddenly realized, perhaps she really had made mistakes. Did she ever have friends? Those children of her age in the sect either bowed and scraped to her or avoided her from a distance. Behind her back, they all called her the "little enchantress."
Friends—were they just a luxury? No, no, no, Ning Rongrong suddenly felt a strong sense of panic overwhelming her heart. That night, for her, was bound to be a sleepless one.
Many years later, when Seven Treasures Glazed Ning Rongrong recalled her adolescent days, she told her children that there was one night, the most painful night of her life, which became the pivotal turning point in her life.
Early morning.
Tang San awoke from his cultivation, his daily morning practice of the purple-rank Demon Eye having formed a natural biological clock for him.
