"Shut up!"
Hun Ruoruo shouted without a shred of decorum. She had long grown sick of Xiao Yan's self-righteousness, and she hated even more that woman who had struggled out of the darkness, only to gain a life utterly unlike her own.
Compared to that, even if Xiao Yan had fabricated a carefree version of herself who had grown up in Sound Valley from childhood, it would not have provoked such fury in her.
"If she used the Spirit Ascension Technique, how would the Soul Clan deal with it? And how could she break free from that man's grasp? You can't even make an illusion consistent, yet this is all the Bodhi Ancient Tree is capable of?!"
The illusion continued.
At Jia Nan Academy, she had not gone their separate ways with Xiao Yan. Instead, she experienced scenes of beauty she had never known in her life.
During the battle at Sound Valley, though the two had suffered countless hardships, they ultimately saw Mother and were destined to meet again.
From winning the title of Young Master of the Soul Clan, to declaring the Xiao-Soul Alliance at the Ancient Clan's Coming-of-Age Ceremony, and then meeting the ancestor of the Xiao Clan in the Heavenly Tomb. Their paths had not been wholly identical, but through every day and night, they had always had each other by their side.
The screen reflected in her pupils continued to shift, yet Hun Ruoruo no longer had any desire to watch.
The heart that had clearly long since sealed away love and locked away thought became ever more agonized and twisted the longer she watched.
Go away, go away, go away, go away, go away!!
Hun Ruoruo clutched her head, which felt on the verge of splitting apart. The blood-red patterns on her delicate face