The joy of a reunion after so long never came. Instead, she was met with her own father's harsh, merciless words. Those words instantly shattered the Dao Heart of the little girl who had endured countless hardships along the way while pretending to be strong. Tears poured down uncontrollably like floodwaters bursting through a broken dam.
Indeed, Luo Bingxin was not particularly strong.
With Dragon Clan blood flowing through her veins and so much time at her disposal, she should have reached far greater heights. Yet the result had been far from satisfactory.
Her eyes reddened as she glared at the phantom of the man before her. Aside from a trace of resentment, her gaze was filled entirely with fury.
Yes, she had failed to live up to expectations.
Her father had been one of the strongest beings in the Three Realms and Six Paths. Having perfectly inherited his bloodline, she should have long stood at the pinnacle of the Three Realms and Six Paths. She should have reclaimed the complete set of divine equipment her father had left behind through her own abilities.
But was this situation truly because Luo Bingxin had not worked hard enough?
Driven by hatred, she had worked harder and fought more desperately than most.
Yet fate toyed with her. No matter how she risked her life, struggled onward, or fought for resources, the results remained disappointing.
"Everyone in this world has the right to say I haven't worked hard enough—except you! You missed nearly every moment of my growth. You turned hatred into the force driving my life. I may have wronged others, and even myself, but I have never wronged you!"
When Luo Bingxin screamed those words hysterically, her voice was thick with sobs.
Yes, she was right.
Throughout this entire journey, she