The icy words were like a sharp steel sword, mercilessly slashing across the girl's heart, riddled with a thousand wounds. The malice that enveloped her extinguished the fragile flame of hope that had just begun to flicker; unable to bear it, she leapt into the cold river, allowing the water to submerge her body.
Panic-stricken shouts erupted from around, as everyone frantically searched for the person who had just spoken. It was that single sentence that doomed the precious life of a young girl.
However, by this time, the Demon Lord had already left the scene with a mocking smile, thinking to himself, "Such a fragile life indeed."
At that moment, he seemed to realize where this world came from. Wasn't this the Mortal Realm idealized by the great powers of the Three Realms and the Human Sages? At this moment, his interest in Lu Yu intensified.
