Yuan Ziyu was like a flower in a greenhouse. Before Meng Yu, she had never felt such intense hatred or love for anyone, but when her cultivation was sealed, and she found herself in a cage, she couldn't help but hypnotize herself relentlessly, telling herself that Meng Yu wasn't wrong. The ones at fault were the Sky-splitting Sword Sect, the ones who took action against her, and also, she must respect Meng Yu, she must forget the hatred, she must...
Otherwise, she would die.
Then, she walked through the door and, without any warning, saw someone with a rather helpless expression.
In the past, he had negotiated helplessly with people from the Sky-splitting Sword Sect, bargained helplessly with the Myriad Gold Pavilion, helplessly killed everyone, and now he still smiled helplessly, dealing helplessly with those people, saying that Ding Yijun was just going home for a visit and asking them not to worry, the debt would definitely be repaid.
She shuddered with fear.
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