Su Li sighed deeply, wishing she could sever the connection between her and Mo Si Huang.
He wouldn't suffer for it, and she wouldn't be troubled by it—it would be good for both sides.
Su Li thought to herself, silently cursing the person from the Xuan Sect who created this mess...
Su Li thought, but Mo Si Huang never considered it.
Or rather, he didn't dare to think.
Since he was taken in and nurtured by his master from a young age, he always knew about the existence of that person.
He didn't even dare to think there would be a day of release; he could only endure the pain in his feet with a sardonic smile.
Mo Si Huang wore sunglasses, his expression as cold as winter, with thin lips pressed together, emanating an icy chill.
