Ye Shuwen followed Mingjue's gaze forward and saw a young girl standing there. She looked ordinary, her attire was quite low-key, but her eyes were astonishingly bright, making his heart involuntarily skip a beat.
Mingjue, however, stared at her intently for a long time before furrowing his brows and saying in his usual indifferent tone, "Yingniang is gone. I have no home to return to, and even the old parasol tree is now devoid of life... Why are you still so relentless?"
His tone was very calm, but in the depths of his eyes, there was a hint of heartbreak—he had kicked down the parasol tree, which had been with him for so many years, to take away his foster father, and it was not without regret in his heart.
"Besides, Emperor Liquid cannot be used by humans, neither of us will gain anything from it..."
He looked at He Qing, full of confusion, "Why are you so relentless then?"
"Surely you don't think that as a Mystic Master, you must right every wrong in this world, do you?"
