"Don't mention him!"
Fu Qinglan erupted in fury, the powerful pressure of her Nascent Soul instantly sent Shi Miaoyin crashing into the palace wall.
Thud!
Shi Miaoyin fell to the ground, blood spewing from her mouth.
Fu Qinglan stared blankly at the scene, "I, I..."
Shi Miaoyin struggled to stand up, "Disciple takes her leave, I ask Master to take care."
Fu Qinglan watched as her disciple left, her thoughts in turmoil, inside her heart there was a surge of extreme contradictory and complex thoughts spreading wildly, almost devouring her whole.
It was intense hatred, insane resentment, complete guilt, and the most powerless despair.
Everything devoured this pitiable woman.
Tears, fell down drop by drop.
Not knowing when, the woman unexpectedly fell asleep.
Perhaps, this was truly the best sleep she's had in eighty years.
In her dreams, it seemed as if everything returned to the time before the Cave Heaven Competition, back to the moment she first met Luo Chen.
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