A Private Talk Between Master and Disciple

Half an hour later.

Yu Xiaogang said to the two of them, "All right, that's enough practice for today."

Ma Hongjun and Oscar stopped training. Just as they looked at Yu Xiaogang and prepared to speak, their expressions changed drastically in unison.

"Master! Watch out!"

Yu Xiaogang was puzzled, but the next second, he understood why they had warned him.

Boom!!

The massive tree crashed down, falling straight toward Yu Xiaogang!

Yu Xiaogang had no time to think. He could only dodge on instinct, but even so, he could not escape disaster.

"Ahhh!!!"

Yu Xiaogang let out a scream like a slaughtered pig. His right leg... had been crushed by the tree!

Seeing this, Ma Hongjun and Oscar hurried over to help. The accident had come too suddenly, without the slightest warning.

Without any surprises, Yu Xiaogang would have to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

High in the sky, a pair of red eyes revealed a satisfied look. The tree would not have fallen for no reason; this had all been the Rakshasa God's doing.

Seeing that everything had been settled, the Rakshasa God curled her lips into a smile, then turned and left, concealing both her deeds and her fame.

She believed this lesson would be enough for Yu Xiaogang to resent for the rest of his life. It would also provide an excellent push to her plans.

Time flew by, and youth faded swiftly.

One year later.

Watching the carriage disappear into the distance, Tang Yuehua felt a tumult of emotions. Over the past year, many things had happened between her and Dongfang Yu.

During that time, it seemed she had truly let go of her hatred for him. He had been right—without him and Bibi Dong, she truly could never have been