"Shut up!"
Zhang the Cripple's back trembled, appearing to be restraining his emotions with great effort.
"The sect's system has endured to this day for a reason, and the Immortal Sect is surely not just a legend! It's an absolute reality, bound to come one day..."
"You always cling to these unrealistic fantasies. Sometimes I feel that we, the Zhang family, have been brainwashed. Even my own parents were as well, so why were they so determined to abandon me at such a young age, resolutely sending themselves to death?"
Yuru took off the jade pendant hanging around her neck and threw it on the ground.
Zhang the Cripple, tears streaming down his face, suddenly turned around.
"You! That's what your parents left for you!!!"
Zhang the Cripple immediately lay prostrate on the ground, piecing together the fragments of the shattered jade pendant.
His hands shook, his face a mask of agony.
