There was indeed such a saying.
Once one entered the path of cultivation, past matters had nothing to do with oneself anymore.
Whether relatives or enemies, none of it mattered.
But for Zhou Yifei, hatred was the only pillar that supported her in entering the path of cultivation.
Without that hatred from back then, she probably would not even be alive in this world.
"Enough nonsense. Today we will settle this once and for all."
"You are still young, why rush? Train for another hundred years and then come find me. Perhaps by then, I will no longer be your opponent. Although I still think that with your current mindset, even after a hundred years, you will not make any progress."
Hearing this, it sounded as if Shi Gui was speaking for her own good, but no one understood better than Zhou Yifei just how disgusting a person he truly was.
"Stop talking nonsense. Today, you must die."
