Deep within the Cold Purity Palace.
Inside the Glazed Hall.
Shuanghua knelt prostrate on the cold floor, still bearing the wounds from her punishment.
Her torn robes had already been replaced.
Yet her deathly pale face and intermittently trembling body still betrayed what she had just endured.
On the seat of honor, Glass True Cultivator looked at her expressionlessly.
"Shuanghua."
"If your master hadn't been reasonably dutiful, you would already be a corpse."
"Do you truly believe those petty concerns of yours matter more than everything else?"
"I wouldn't dare!"
Shuanghua hurriedly kowtowed and sobbed.
"I know I was wrong!"
"Knowing you were wrong is useless."
Glass True Cultivator's expression remained indifferent as she said coldly:
"As soon as your injuries have healed a little, you will accompany me to the Supreme Clarity Palace."
"You will explain everything in front of Ye Li and Qingyuan True Cultivator, then personally apologize to him and beg his forgiveness."
"As long as he forgives you, even becoming his servant or maid would be a blessing for you."
At the sound of Ye Li's name.
The last trace of color quickly drained from Shuanghua's face.
Yet she did not dare refuse.
"I... obey."
By now, she was consumed with remorse.
Had she known that Ye Li had cultivated for only twenty years and could evoke a fortune-testing phenomenon far surpassing that of the Founder of the Yin-Yang Sect.
She would never have put on such airs back then.
Now, not only had she been punished, but her master had also been implicated.
She even had to be escorted there by a True Cultivator to apologize in person!
A chill settled in Shuanghua's heart.
"Leave."
Glass True Cultivator clearly did not wish to see her any longer and waved her away in disgust.
"Behave yourself