All the suffering she had endured, all that despair, all those countless sleepless nights of tossing and turning—they all gained meaning at this moment.
Everything in the past... had been for the sake of making her who she was now.
You still dared to threaten me?
A disdainful sneer appeared on her face.
That smile carried the condescension of one looking down from above, the arrogance of one gazing upon all living things, and the scorn of someone saying, "What the hell are you?"
She looked at Wang Xian in the pavilion as though he were an ant—an ant that did not know the immensity of heaven and earth, yet dared to bare its fangs before a giant dragon.
She decided not to wait any longer.
Originally, she had thought to wait a little more, to steady herself further, and only act once her realm had completely stabilized.
But she no longer thought that way.
Now, she would avenge Yan Hui and let Wang Xian taste the feeling of an arrow piercing his chest—let him feel, before he died, the agony of having his chest pierced by the weapon he knew best.
Let him understand before death what karmic retribution meant.
Wang Xian sighed again.
He thought, This woman really never learned her lesson.
Or perhaps he truly had not expected that, before they even reached Sunset City, the two of them would already tear off all pretenses!
In his eyes, Ye Honglian was not even Xuanyuan Que's equal.
At least that fellow had known he was no match for him and turned to leave without the slightest hesitation, without a trace of reluctance. That was what it meant to know the times; that was what it meant to know when to advance and when to retreat.
But what about