Leng Aoshan's Hatred

"Don't cry. Shouldn't you be happy to see your Young Master? Shouldn't you be smiling?

Why are you crying instead?

How about your Young Master dies one more time?"

Pfft!

Yan Ruyu, whose face had been streaked with tears like pear blossoms in the rain, was amused into laughter by Hua Qiang's words.

She clenched her tiny fists and lightly pounded Hua Qiang a few times. The force was no different from a massage.

"Young Master, I'm so sad, and you still..."

"Alright, alright. Cheer up. Everything is over.

Tell me, what happened? Where's that little monk?

Weren't you two together?"

"Young Master, don't even mention it. Back then, just as you were smashed apart by that giant claw, the little monk's Dao Protector suddenly appeared and took him away.

This servant was caught by those Tiger Demons and sold to a slave market, then passed from hand to hand until I ended up here.

Thankfully, Heaven watched over us. Young Master survived that great calamity, allowing this servant to reunite with you."

As Hua Qiang listened to Yan Ruyu's account, his expression changed slightly before returning to calm.

He had not expected the little monk to have a Dao Protector by his side. That protector had been able to take the little monk away beneath that giant claw, so his strength was certainly no simple matter. That left Hua Qiang somewhat displeased.

Still, there was nothing he could do about it. The other party had no obligation to take on this grudge for him.

But while it was understandable that he had not saved Hua Qiang, couldn't he have protected a delicate young girl along the way?

She had ended up as a slave, traded like merchandise. Hua Qiang developed some resentment toward the little monk's Dao Protector. If