"Pfft—!"
One sentence.
Just one sentence.
That absurd sense of security from just a moment ago, that faint flicker of emotion—it was like the last tiny flame of a candle swaying in the wind, mercilessly...extinguished by a cold gust.
Su Ling'er was already severely injured and on the verge of death. Hearing his words, her qi and blood roiled, and she spat out another large mouthful of fresh blood, staining the ground red before her.
'I... I look like an Evil Cultivator?!'
'You, a real Evil Cultivator who has casually taken lives right in front of me multiple times, have the nerve to call *me* an Evil Cultivator?!'
'You're the Evil Cultivator! Your whole family are Evil Cultivators!'
'If it weren't for you, you bastard, throwing us into this godforsaken place, would I have ended up looking like this—neither human nor ghost?!'
Su Ling'er roared wildly in her mind, but her throat could only produce a faint, rasping sound.
