And yet—that was the truth.
Now, whenever Ning Rongrong summoned her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, she was reminded of the brutal scene of Shrek Academy turning on itself.
Although Qian Wuyou had forcibly controlled her at the time, if she hadn't used her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul to support the others, things wouldn't have become so brutal and irreparable.
In Ning Rongrong's eyes, if she hadn't used her Martial Soul to support the others, then even if Qian Wuyou had forced them to fight each other, with their strength at levels twenty and thirty, they would at worst have left the others crippled. There was no way anyone would have died.
It was the support abilities of her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda that had made that massacre so brutal. They were why Shrek Academy's teachers and students had either died or been crippled, and why Tang San had been taken away by Tang Hao, never to be seen again.
She wanted nothing more than to eat Qian Wuyou's flesh and drink Qian Wulu's blood. But Qian Wuyou's terrifying attack, which had wiped out an entire city and nearly overwhelmed even her father, Ning Fengzhi, and her two grandfathers, Sword and Bone, had forced her to face reality.
Qian Wuyou was someone the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could not afford to offend.
Unable to afford to offend Qian Wuyou and unable to take revenge on Qian Wulu, Ning Rongrong simply blamed herself for everything.
In other words—she'd gotten herself stuck in a vicious cycle!
Ning Rongrong hated herself for possessing the world's number one support Martial Soul. She hated the support abilities of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, which had made her a murderer who slaughtered her teachers and companions.