Published: February 24, 2025
Tan Yun was not that kind of person!
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
After Linghu Changkong returned to his room, thoughts of Ye Tian's death, his nemesis Tan Yun, and the urgent need to head to the Inner Sect to ask his ancestor for ninety-eight million Low-Grade Spirit Stones to fulfill the bet with Murong Kun made him furious. His face flushed with anger as he smashed all the jade artifacts in the room!
“I’m so angry! Ye Tian, that useless piece of trash!” Linghu Changkong roared, “Tan Yun, once I enter the Fallen God Canyon, I will tear you apart!”
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In her boudoir, Zhong Wu Shiyao, dressed in a white dress, looked at the jade pendant in her hand that had been broken in two. Tears streamed down her face, “Mother, it’s my fault. I broke the only token you left for me. I’m sorry... I’m so sorry, Mother...”
“Senior Sister Zhong Wu, don’t be sad anymore.” A moderately attractive female disciple softly comforted her, then angrily said, “That Tan Yun is really something! Senior Sister, you treated him as a friend and gifted him such a precious item. It’s bad enough that he didn’t cherish it, but he didn’t even reach out to catch it, leading to the pendant shattering!”
“Rong Sister, stop it. No matter what, he is still my lifesaver. Even if I misjudged him, I can’t blame him for the pendant breaking; it was my choice to give it to him,” Zhong Wu Shiyao said self-deprecatingly.
“Senior Sister, you always have a sharp tongue but a soft heart, cold on the outside but warm on the inside.” Rongrong said angrily, “He even said that if given another chance, he would never save you again, yet you still regard him as a lifesaver.”
At that moment, scenes of Tan Yun protecting her behind him against the snowy domain demon ape, and sweating profusely while carrying her across mountains and rivers flashed through Zhong Wu Shiyao’s mind.
She shook her head, her stunning face filled with bitterness.
“Senior Sister, I have something to say, but I’m not sure if I should.” Rongrong said softly.
“You are my best sister; you can say anything,” Zhong Wu Shiyao forced a smile.
“Then I’ll say it.” Rongrong said in a low voice, “Senior Sister, you have already told me about how Tan Yun saved you. Have you developed feelings for him?”
“I... haven't.” Zhong Wu Shiyao lowered her head, her gaze a little evasive.
“Senior Sister, don’t be stubborn. Others may not understand you, but I know you well enough.” Rongrong sighed, “Today on the Duel Platform, your gaze towards Tan Yun was anything but that of a normal friend.”
After a long silence, Zhong Wu Shiyao forced a smile, “So what if I like him? He’s already with Mu Mengyi.”
“What if they’re together?” Rongrong scoffed, “That’s only because Tan Yun doesn’t know Mu Mengyi’s true face! Initially, Mu Mengyi was gambling against you because she couldn’t afford to lose! She even framed you for drugging her drink, which is why you won! That Mu Mengyi is truly shameless!”
A trace of hatred crossed Zhong Wu Shiyao's beautiful eyes. She clearly hadn’t drugged her, yet Mu Mengyi accused her, causing a huge uproar!
“Senior Sister.” Rongrong's eyes sparkled with insight as she mused, “I understand now! It must be that Mu Mengyi spoke ill of you in front of Tan Yun, making him think you’re that kind of petty person. Then, with her beauty, she seduced him, which is why Tan Yun treated you so coldly today and said he would never save you again if given another chance!”
“Right, it must be! That bad woman Mu Mengyi is truly despicable!” Rongrong indignantly said, “Senior Sister, there are so many male disciples in the Outer Sect whom you’ve never looked at; now that you finally like someone, you can’t just give up like this!”
“Besides, even if you and Tan Yun have no chance, you can’t let that shameless Mu Mengyi benefit!”
Zhong Wu Shiyao lowered her head, “Rong Sister, please stop. My heart is very troubled, and I want to be alone for a while.”