Within the dense mist of The Peaceful Realms, Chou Yuyan's shadow laughed maniacally, her laughter piercingly sharp.
She eagerly anticipated seeing Li Muyang writhing in torment, consumed by regret.
Yet atop the Green Saber Mantis, Li Muyang merely stared at her coldly and said, "Zhi Wei choosing a mad dog like you as her disciple—what a blindness of judgment."
"If Zhi Wei were resurrected and saw her disciple turned into this disgraceful state, she'd probably purge her own household on the spot."
A thousand years of struggling to survive and forsaking all that was alive to become a grotesque dead thing—it had evidently taken a toll on Chou Yuyan as well.
She had become so twisted, so malevolent.
Li Muyang couldn't believe the Chou Yuyan of the past was like this. If she had truly been of this nature, Little Wild Grass would never have taken her as a disciple.
This Chou Yuyan was less a disciple of Little Wild Grass and more a dead, corrupted thing wrapped in her skin.
