Not Your Fault

Yu Yan looked at that familiar face, yet it felt incomparably strange to her.

This was the man who had pulled her out of the fire pit, sheltered her from wind and rain, raised her to adulthood—the man who was like both father and teacher to her.

To Yu Yan, he was someone she could entrust her life to. So long as he spoke the word, even if he asked her to offer up her life, she would do it.

Yu Yan had once believed that this man could never deceive her, that he would always be the one she could rely on. But the moment she saw him now, she knew that he was no longer the person she had imagined him to be.

Since the man who should have been dead was standing here, everything had become crystal clear.

"Master, why?" Yu Yan was unusually free of anger as she looked at him and asked calmly.

"The Yu Family needs a successor, and Xie Men Dao needs a leader. Lang Ya cannot shoulder such a great responsibility, so I chose you," the man said indifferently.

"Why?" Yu Yan still asked only those same three words.

"No matter how worthless Lang Ya may be, he is still my only bloodline. You should not have killed him. But this is not your fault. It is mine, for letting the two of you reach this point," the man continued.

Yu Yan gave a bitter smile. "I thought Master understood me. It seems I was wrong. That is fine too. This life I owe you—I will return it to you now."

"Go in peace." The man drew that bizarre weapon, and blood immediately gushed from the wound piercing through Yu Yan's chest and back.

Yu Yan possessed the immortal body of the