Tang Hao

Pfft!

Overcome by rage, Tang Xiao spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered back two steps.

"Sect Master Tang, being betrayed by your own people doesn't feel good, does it?"

Ning Rongrong skipped out cheerfully.

She looked at the despairing Clear Sky Sect across the gap, then glanced at Chen Xin below, his eyes shut in pain, and said with a smile:

"My father sacrificed even Grandpa Sword's arm for your sake. Selling your intelligence to Brother Xiaoyuan was just Rongrong helping Father cut his losses in time."

Tang Xiao looked at the two women nestled in Ye Yuan's arms and fell completely into despair.

The natural barrier had been breached, and their retreat had been cut off.

The Clear Sky Sect was finished.

"Yuehua, Rongrong, well done."

Ye Yuan pinched the two women's cheeks, then held the white jade flowerpot in his right hand farther forward.

He looked at the shattered Tang Xiao across the gap.

"Does despair feel good?"

"Open your eyes and take a good look at whose grass is in this flowerpot."

Tang Xiao stared fixedly at the exquisite white jade flowerpot in Ye Yuan's hand.

Several golden veins flickered faintly amid the cold wind across the leaves of the seemingly frail Blue Silver Grass.

In that instant, a familiar aura buried deep in his memories—one he could never forget for the rest of his life—rushed straight into Tang Xiao's mind.

"Ah... Ah Yin!"

Tang Xiao's voice trembled, and his already pallid face turned ashen.

Back then, he had loved this woman deeply as well. He had even voluntarily stepped aside for the sake of his younger brother.

How could he possibly fail to recognize Ah Yin's aura?

"Looks like you haven't gone senile yet."

Ye Yuan reached out a finger and listlessly flicked the