The wind stopped, and the snow ceased.
The air suddenly fell silent.
The already bone-chilling temperature of the Kunlun Ruins dropped even further, as if every word spoken and every clash of gazes could freeze a person into an ice sculpture.
Li Mu Yang stared at Qian Du's delicate little face at such close range. It was refined and elegant, carrying a hint of youthful innocence. Given time, once she fully matured, she would surely captivate all living things.
That face felt both so familiar and so strange to him.
"Do you know what they did to me?" Li Mu Yang asked.
"How could I not know?" Qian Du looked straight into Li Mu Yang's eyes, her heart filled with bitterness as well. She knew that saying those words would certainly make Li Mu Yang suspicious and lead to misunderstandings.
She knew how much Li Mu Yang hated them, and she also knew that those people had brought it all upon themselves.
But in the end, they were still human.
Every one of them was an elite of humanity, a pillar of the various sects and schools and the Nine Nations of Shenzhou. Li Mu Yang had lured them all here with a scheme, then broken the stone pillar and buried them in the Dragon Lair before using the Sky-Mending Stone to suppress them, ensuring they would never rise again---
But if Li Mu Yang did that, he would forge an eternal hatred with those powers. He would face their hatred and slaughter forever, and the hope of humans and dragons coexisting peacefully would never come to pass.
Qian Du watched Li Mu Yang's gaze gradually turn cold, watched his expression suddenly become guarded and reject her from a thousand miles away. Her heart was filled with unbearable sorrow, but