Master Luo Fan sneered, "Master Zong Li, it seems you've refused to do this the easy way, so now you'll have to do it the hard way!"
Du Youqian sighed. "It's not that I'm trying to make things difficult for you, Master Luo Fan. It's just... if you really were responsible for my sister's death, my request isn't that demanding. Could you just properly offer her your respects and apologize?"
Master Luo Fan burst out laughing, but his smile held no warmth. "Master Zong Li... how have you been practicing your Cultivation? Did you cultivate your brain into mush? You want me to apologize to a Mortal? Just some whore. If she's dead, she's dead. Don't tell me you're stupid enough to throw your own life away for a dead person. Cultivation isn't easy. Seeing as you're so young and already at the Golden Core Middle Stage, you must be a genius with a great future ahead. Don't bring ruin upon yourself!"
Du Youqian felt a pain in his chest as if a sharp blade had pierced through it.
