"A wife who shared your poverty must never be mistreated."
"Yu Tianheng, even ordinary villagers understand that. Yet you, the sect master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect, have lived for decades and still conduct yourself worse than pigs and dogs!"
A cool, indifferent voice suddenly rang through the woods, breaking the oppressive silence.
The concealing ripples around Qian Renyou and her three companions dissipated completely. Their figures slowly emerged as they approached Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan, their presence chilling, every step bearing an invisible pressure.
The wind at ground level abruptly stilled. Yu Tianheng's taut movements froze, his pupils contracting as wariness filled his eyes.
"You're Qian Renxue? Why are the four of you here?"
He did not recognize Qian Renyou or the other two. He knew only Qian Renxue, the former Angel God.
At his side, the dying Dugu Yan heard the voice and laboriously turned her unfocused gaze toward Qian Renxue.
Her breathing was faint and erratic, most of her meridians were damaged, and her vitality was draining rapidly. The shadow of death already enveloped her.
Bewilderment filled her. She could not understand why this former deity of Spirit Hall had suddenly appeared in these secluded woods.
But in an instant, all her questions faded.
It no longer mattered.
Her oil had run dry, her lamp was guttering. She was already dying, and nothing in this world had anything to do with her anymore.
Qian Renxue's gaze swept lightly over Yu Tianheng, undisguised disgust lurking in her eyes.
"Relying on women to pave your way to power, fishing for fame, exploiting every shortcut. You and your uncle, Yu Xiaogang, are cut from the same cloth-despicable, spineless creatures."
Every word was a blade driven deep into Yu Tianheng's pride.
His face instantly turned livid. Blue-violet lightning soul