"This..." Qing Yu slowly stopped crying. Although she was reluctant to let her master bear everything alone, she knew Zhao Dong was right. Her cultivation was low; even if she stayed, what could she do? Thus, Qing Yu clenched her teeth and finally nodded, agreeing to leave.
Seeing this, bitterness surged in Zhao Dong's heart. He was overwhelmed with a guilt so strong he could die. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice laced with guilt. "It's all my fault. I'm the one who implicated you, who forced you to betray the sect. It's all my fault! All my fault!"
Crying, Qing Yu hugged Zhao Dong. "Senior, please don't say that. I don't blame you. Qing Yu doesn't blame you.
"Senior is a truly honorable and loyal man. Even if I had known everything, I would have still willingly brought you into the Blood Sect.
"I'm doing this of my own free will, Senior. Please don't be like this..."
