Granny Kui's words seemed to have been squeezed out through clenched teeth, her hatred for Sikong Jing surging like tidal waves.
Tie Ti'er immediately cried out in disbelief...
"Granny Kui, even now, you still can't let go of Brother Sikong?"
"You still call him trash even now—isn't it just because you misjudged his prospects back then? Is that really necessary?"
Once, Granny Kui had said that Sikong Jing was as insignificant as a grain of sand.
Later, Sikong Jing proved with his strength that she had been wrong. Yet merely because of that, Granny Kui had borne a grudge all the way until now, even disregarding the life and death of Ancient Sacred Peak.
She had even defected to Thousand Kings Holy Tower because of it, becoming a traitor.
Only now did Tie Ti'er realize that Granny Kui had sold out and betrayed them because she could not let it go. She had simply become possessed.
It was not some blood-deep feud. Did she really need to be so petty and narrow-minded?
Yet Granny Kui was exactly that sort of person. Tie Ti'er's words immediately provoked her beyond measure...
"He is trash."
"No matter what he becomes, he is still trash. A dog bastard doomed to die—what else could he be but worthless dregs?"
Sikong Jing had now far surpassed every expectation she had once held of him. She felt as though she had been slapped across the face again and again. Now, she could only hope that Sikong Jing would hurry up and die, and that Ancient Sacred Peak, which supported him, deserved to perish as well.
In any case, she felt that it was Sikong Jing who had stolen away the once obedient and docile Saintess.
Of course, Granny Kui could now only call a dead thing trash;