Tang Yuehua and Tang Xiao Sever Ties

The night was as black as ink, perfectly concealing all filth and disgrace.

That eye-catching dark crimson gown was like a smear of blood blending into the night.

Without a sound, Tang Yuehua withdrew from the noisy, bustling crowd and turned into a dark alley completely devoured by shadow.

It seemed no one had noticed her.

Or rather, the important figures present all tacitly pretended not to have noticed.

Tang Yuehua had only just come to a stop.

A figure impatiently sprang out from the shadows, his face openly filled with urgency and greed.

It was Tang Xiao, the Clear Sky Sect Master who had been humiliated beyond all dignity during the day.

"How did it go?!"

Before he could even catch his breath, he grabbed Tang Yuehua's arm, gripping so hard he nearly crushed her bones.

Those eyes that had once been filled with tenderness and guilt toward his sister now held nothing but naked greed, as though it were about to burst into flame.

His gaze did not linger on Tang Yuehua's face at all. Instead, it swept frantically over her body, as if searching for an object.

"Where's the immortal herb?"

Tang Xiao lowered his voice, which was hoarse like a worn-out bellows, yet he could not conceal his desperate urgency.

"Yuehua, you got the immortal herb, didn't you? Hurry! Give it to me!"

Tang Yuehua did not struggle. She did not even furrow her brow.

She merely lowered her eyes quietly and looked at her brother's hand, its veins bulging from the excessive force.

Then, slowly, she shook her head.

"No."

"How could that be?!"

Tang Xiao instantly lost control of his volume and roared.

Then, as though an invisible hand had seized his throat, his entire body trembled violently with extreme rage.

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