"Yue'er, are you questioning me?"
Leng Yaozhu's voice was soft, yet cold as ice.
Gu Yue was so oppressed by her aura that she could barely breathe, yet she still stubbornly lifted her head.
Her eyes were red-rimmed, her face full of grievance.
"I regarded you as my best teacher—but you treated my lover..."
She choked up, her voice trembling.
"I can't believe... you're actually this kind of person."
"What kind of person am I?"
Leng Yaozhu was almost angered into laughter.
It would have been one thing if others questioned her—those keyboard warriors online, that idiot Qiangu Dongfeng, that arrogant man Yun Ming.
They could curse her however they liked. Leng Yaozhu did not care.
But the person before her was the disciple she had raised with her own hands, the one upon whom she had poured all her tenderness and patience.
And now, she too had turned against her over a man.
She raised a hand and pointed at Gu Yue's clothes.
"Think carefully... ever since you became my disciple, have I ever treated you poorly?"
"The clothes you wear, the things you use—which of them wasn't bought by me?"
Her voice rose half a note.
"You acted recklessly outside, flirted with the Universe Young Lord, even attacked him—when have I not cleaned up your mess?"
She walked step by step until she stood before Gu Yue, looking down at her from above.
What churned within those phoenix eyes was not merely anger, but even more so the disappointment of a heart wounded too deeply.
"All these years, I raised you as if you were my own daughter. I even intended to let you take my place once you came of age."
Her voice suddenly dropped, gaining a trace of hoarseness.
"And you? Now, because of a man."