Su Yueli looked down at Han Yu kneeling on the ground.
Han Yu bit her lower lip, her gaze fierce with reckless resolve.
Looking at that young face, Su Yueli felt little pity.
Her own path was paved with seas of blood and mountains of bones. She bore a blood feud vast enough to reach the heavens, and her enemies were all mighty cultivators above the Tenth Realm.
Take a mortal martial artist along? That would only add a burden.
Besides, mortals lived brief lives. Getting tangled in her karma would only bring Han Yu a worse death.
"Get up."
Su Yueli's tone was flat, leaving no room for argument. "I don't take disciples. The road I walk is strewn with enemies and deadly traps. Follow me, and you'll end up without even bones to bury."
"Stay in Luochuan City and live out your life in peace. That's the path you should choose."
At those words, Han Yu did not rise. Instead, she slammed her forehead against the floor.
Bang!
Her forehead split and bled instantly. As if she felt no pain, Han Yu raised her head. Her swollen eyes were bloodshot and full of defiance.
Live out my life in peace?
After today's catastrophe, after watching her father crushed as casually as an ant, she had seen this cruel world for what it was!
Without strength, every scrap of peace was merely a gift from the strong!
When they were in a good mood, they let you scrape by. When they were in a bad mood, they could slaughter your whole family with a wave of the hand!
That high-and-mighty Fourth Realm immortal master, that arrogant head of the Zhao Household—which of them had ever listened to reason?
The only reason this world recognized was a fist!
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