It was clearly still Ye Lingyu's voice.
Yet at that moment, Wang Ba's hair stood on end.
He immediately turned to look at Ye Lingyu.
But "Ye Lingyu" was staring coldly at Zhao Feng, her face revealing a trace of world-weariness and chill utterly at odds with her age, temperament, and even gender.
Zhao Feng fell briefly silent at those words, but did not contradict her.
Clearly, he had anticipated what "Ye Lingyu" would say.
"Ye Lingyu" laughed in fury.
"Haha, good! What a fine disciple! All my painstaking efforts to nurture you were not wasted! You're like this, and so is that bastard Lu Yuansheng!"
Zhao Feng shook his head slightly. "Master, Senior Brother Lu and I are not the same."
"How are you different? One betrayed his master and ancestors, and the other abandoned his sect!"
"Ye Lingyu" sneered. "I once regarded Lu Yuansheng as the heir to my mantle. Unfortunately, he faked his death and left. I turned to nurturing you, hoping that after I passed on, you would inherit my Dao lineage. Heh..."
Hearing this, Zhao Feng sighed and asked in return:
"Master, why deceive me? Did you truly nurture Senior Brother Lu solely to raise a successor?"
"Why did Senior Brother Lu fake his death and leave? Surely you know the answer yourself?"
"Just as you nurtured Junior Sister Ye and passed your lifebound Law Sword to her so early—was that truly just to investigate the Heavenly Gate Sect's hidden agents?"
At Zhao Feng's string of questions, "Ye Lingyu's" expression briefly froze. But rather than fly into a humiliated rage, she gave a quiet sigh.
"As expected, nothing escapes your clear-sight sword heart."
"But you should also be able to sense that I have no such designs on you."
"This old man... I truly have