Xue Ling'er sat down in a chair and slumped over the table, her spirits low and her eyes red.
Hua Yunfei sighed. "If you want to cry, go ahead. I won't tell anyone."
He raised a hand and conjured an isolation formation.
At the sight of it, Xue Ling'er could hold back no longer. She burst into tears, her face drenched in them.
She felt wronged and resentful.
She didn't want to marry Li Ge. She really didn't!
But she had no choice.
If she resisted, she would bring endless trouble to the Xue Chen Tribe. The Li Xuan Tribe would never let them off easily.
"Wherever you go, there are disputes. Wherever you go, there are injustices."
Hua Yunfei sighed.
Things like this could be found anywhere. He had seen them far too many times.
The weak were always at the mercy of others.
The strong always did whatever they pleased.
That was the cruel Cultivation World!
At last, Xue Ling'er quieted down. After crying, she had released much of the negativity weighing on her heart.
She looked at Hua Yunfei. "Thank you."
Hua Yunfei smiled faintly. "I'm the one who should thank you. If you hadn't insisted on bringing me to the Xue Chen Tribe, I'd still be getting hunted by that person."
Here in the Xue Chen Tribe, his lifespan and vital essence were draining much more slowly. He could stay in the Immortal Divine Vein for much longer.
And by coming to the Xue Chen Tribe, he had a better chance of learning the secret of the Undying Blood Race's Sacred Item.
Xue Ling'er leaned over the table. "Will you talk with me for a while?"
Hua Yunfei sat down across from her. "Of course."
Xue Ling'er asked, "What's the world outside like? I've never been