When her Dao Embryo was shattered, Lin Qingying felt as though her organs had been hollowed out. Agonizing, tearing pain reached into the depths of her Divine Soul, but she clenched her teeth, refusing to scream and give him that satisfaction.
If her master were here, she would surely notice something was wrong. There would still be hope for her.
Grief filled her eyes as she looked toward the Half-Sage Elders, only to see faces bearing different expressions: pity, regret, indifference. Yet all of them remained high above, seemingly looking down on everything.
Those expressions told her beyond any doubt that Bright Moon Saint Child's underhanded move had not escaped their notice.
But why had they not stopped him?
Lin Qingying froze. Suddenly, she felt a chill as though all the blood in her body had turned to ice.
Was it simply because she was not their disciple?
Or were they mindful of Bright Moon Saint Child's master, unwilling to offend the Sword Saint?
Lin Qingying also saw the Sword Saint she had always revered, but he remained unmoved, as though he had noticed nothing. In that instant, she suddenly understood.
In the span of a single breath, all the warmth of her past seemed crushed to pieces. She had abruptly touched the underlying color of the human world: cold self-interest.
Compared with Bright Moon Saint Child, who had a greater chance of becoming a Sage, was her destruction worthwhile if she could serve as his stepping stone and forge his invincible Dao Heart?
No wonder he dared attack her like this on the Battle Stage. He had seen through it all long ago.
He had secretly harmed a fellow disciple. He was wrong. He had violated the Sacred Land's laws. He was wrong. But once this battle ended, he