At this very moment, Hua Huayue was filled with boundless fury, shame, and resentment.
Yet before these people, each one possessing cultivation that stood at the very pinnacle, she absolutely could not vent her anger.
She slowly raised her head and looked toward the heights of the hall.
There, Huang Wuji sat high above, his thousand-zhang body radiating majesty. Back then, it was this very person who had personally chosen Hua Huayue as a core disciple, granting her a fleeting glory.
But now, this person seemed not to recognize her at all, gazing at her with an inscrutable look.
That look caused Hua Huayue immense pain.
It seemed to mean that Huang Wuji had already forgotten her—forgotten the glory he had once bestowed upon her.
To Hua Huayue, this was undoubtedly the greatest failure.
Hua Huayue hated it, hated it so fiercely that her teeth ground together!
Yet she was powerless to hate!
Her trembling body slowly prostrated itself, and then she spoke:
"Realm Lord, this disciple, Hua Huayue, was the core disciple you personally selected at the Ascending Dragon Assembly thirteen epochs ago."
"This disciple has taken the liberty of coming to attend your Dao discussion assembly, Realm Lord."
Huang Wuji was momentarily stunned. To people at their level, thirteen epochs were not endless years, but they were still quite a long time. He could not remember what he had done thirteen epochs ago, but he did remember that, at the Ascending Dragon Assembly in the Unfixed Realm thirteen epochs ago, a little fellow who had caught his interest had emerged.
"So it was you." Huang Wuji recalled her with that one indifferent remark.
Yet those ordinary, unremarkable words pierced Hua Huayue's heart like needles.
That pain was more than Hua Huayue could bear!
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