These memories resurfaced again. These were all words the Venerable Lord had once said to her, words that would emerge in her mind at special moments, seemingly serving as a lighthouse to guide her onward.
An Ning clutched her head in pain, her brows tightly furrowed. Those words blurred everything she had managed to understand, leaving only the Venerable Lord's words in her mind.
"An Ning?"
Dao Wushuang tried to speak, sensing that something was wrong.
"Senior Brother, I..." An Ning wanted to say something, but in the next moment, her gaze gradually cleared. The pain vanished from her face, replaced by indifference. "Senior Brother, I'm fine."
Watching An Ning undergo such a sudden drastic change, Dao Wushuang's brows knitted ever tighter. Could that Old Devil Pill have...
"Master, enough!" Dao Wushuang shouted toward the sky. He knew the Venerable Lord could hear him.
How could he not guess what had happened?
An Ning's sudden transformation was definitely related to the Venerable Lord.
Other than him, no one would be this bored!
His words received no response from the Venerable Lord.
"Senior Brother, Junior Sister is already fine. Master is right—only by caring about nothing can one remain forever within the realm of happiness and pleasure." An Ning spoke calmly, utterly unlike the person she had been moments ago.
Looking at Hua Yunfei and Duanmu Qingyue now, there was scarcely any ripple in her heart.
So what if he was her father? So what if she was her Mother? As long as they stirred her emotions, they were bad things. Since they were bad things, she should ignore them and not care. Only then would they not affect her.
"What he said is wrong!"
Dao Wushuang placed both hands on An Ning's shoulders. "Have you forgotten what Senior Brother just