"How could you say that! I'm asking you—through all these years, did you ever think of me? Did you ever spare a thought for me? This cultivation art was so difficult and so cruel. My master ran all over the place to save me, throwing away his dignity, his pride, his wealth... Didn't you know any of this in the Heavenly Dao Alliance? Why didn't you ever show yourself? Why did my master have to come and seal the Daoist imprint before you would finally appear? Why?!" Hua Ran cried out her grievances as though shouting, tears streaming down her face. This was her love, and now this was the only way she could vent her resentment.
The middle-aged man seemed not to have heard her at all. Once his eyes fell on me, they remained fixed there without shifting in the slightest. If his gaze had been a demon-revealing mirror, it probably would have scanned me inside and out countless times, exposing my identity completely.
But by now, I had concealed my aura so thoroughly that I seemed no different from an ordinary mortal. It was impossible for him to investigate me, and that left him baffled as well. Just where had this "middle-aged man" come from? How could he possibly have broken through his cultivation art?
"Who are you, sir? Why are you interfering?" the middle-aged man asked unhappily.
"Answer me! Why don't you dare answer me? Do you really want to refine me into a sword spirit?! Do you really want to watch me die right in front of your eyes?" Hua Ran questioned him through her sobs.
The middle-aged man still ignored her.
My eyes met his. Unable to hold it back, I let out a cold laugh. "Heh. Heavenly Venerable Zhang, what you've done isn't