"Why is it like this? I haven't done anything wrong, so why do I have to endure this kind of treatment?"
"Clearly Pingdu Sect had already perished before I was born. I just had the misfortune to join the wrong sect..."
In Fu Yaozi's mind, thoughts were floating up and down, and suddenly a subversive idea popped up:
"I actually haven't received the slightest favor from that Pingdu Sect. On the contrary, I've been burdened by this identity for so many years and paid such a heavy price!"
"I've been their dog for so many years, and I've already repaid even the greatest of debts!"
"Instead of muddling along until my lifespan runs out, it's better to report them directly. Not only would I clean up my identity, but I could also receive rich rewards from one of the families..."
When he first reacted, he was startled himself, a wave of panic and unease flashed through his heart:
"Why would I have such a thought?"
