Yue Qingyi's murmur reached Ye Lin's ears, but he did not respond, treating it as though she were merely talking to herself.
Ye Lin pushed Yue Qingyi along by himself through an enormous plaza.
The entire plaza's ground was as dazzling as if it had been paved with white jade, with young cultivators constantly coming and going.
Whenever they saw Ye Lin, they would gather together and whisper among themselves.
How could their words possibly escape Ye Lin's ears?
"What are they saying? I've never been able to sense it, but you should be able to hear them. Can you tell me?"
At that moment, Yue Qingyi suddenly spoke.
"They say you're crippled, so why are you still staying in the Yue family? Why does the family hire alchemists every month to refine those expensive pills for you?"
"They say that because pills are refined for you every month, everyone's average cultivation resources have been reduced."
"They say that your very existence is a mistake, and that you might as well die sooner."
"They say I'm a sucker taking on someone else's baggage, that I'm terribly unlucky to be about to marry trash like you."
"They say you shouldn't be alive."
Ye Lin's words were calm, but in Yue Qingyi's eyes, they were blades stabbing into her body again and again.
Making her heart throb with pain.
So this was how the Yue family's descendants saw her.
Third Grandpa, Father, Mother—they had all been deceiving her.
"It's normal for them to say such things."
"In a small family of three, they would be full of familial affection, and family would outweigh everything."
"In a small family of five—a pair of parents and three children—their familial affection would be relatively weaker. The parents would focus on nurturing the gifted child while