She was instantly filled with despair...

She never imagined that more than a thousand years would have passed.

Chen Yang still couldn't forgive them...

"Heh, I shouldn't have had any illusions about Chen Yang, I shouldn't have had any hope for him..."

"How could someone as cold-blooded as him be willing to help us..."

"How naive I am, how stupid I am..."

Luo Qingmei gently shook her head, a self-deprecating bitter smile on her face.

She laughed at her own naiveté, laughed at her own foolishness...

She laughed at herself for actually having hope for Chen Yang, and even following Zhou Qingmin up the mountain.

She glanced up at Zhou Qingmin's retreating figure, then shook her head in disappointment before turning and drifting down the mountain...

Since Chen Yang is unwilling to forgive them, there's no need for her to show herself and humiliate herself.

at the same time.

Zhou Qingmin was still slumped on the ground, looking utterly despondent.

"Chen Yang won't help me, what should I do..."

"Am I, Zhou Qingmin, destined only for death?"

Zhou Qingmin muttered to herself, tears of despair streaming down her face.

She doesn't have much time left.

This time, Chen Yang's help will not be available.

Then there's only one outcome for her.

That is—death!

The more Zhou Qingmin thought about it, the more distressed she felt.

She simply couldn't accept that this was how her life was ending!

"Grandma, you'd better hurry down the mountain. Elder Chen told you to get lost. If you don't leave, don't blame us for being ruthless."

The female disciple who had gone to report earlier was still standing in front of Zhou Qingmin.

She looked at Zhou Qingmin's dejected appearance and seemed to be getting a little impatient.

"That's right, old woman, get out of here right now. Stop crying and wailing. If you don't leave, we won't be polite."

Another female disciple guarding the mountain also frowned and spoke up to drive Zhou Qingmin away.

Before.

They also felt sorry for Zhou Qingmin.

But after learning of Chen Yang's attitude, they understood.

This old woman is probably not a good person either.

Otherwise, why would Chen Yang refuse to see this old woman and even tell her to get lost!

Obviously.

This old woman had offended Elder Chen before, which is why he doesn't like her!

Zhou Qingmin raised her head and looked at the two female disciples guarding the mountain, both of whom looked impatient.

The feeling of desolation in her heart suddenly became even stronger.

She's already so pitiful.

These two female disciples actually drove her away like that...

How could she be so miserable!

Zhou Qingmin felt a pang of bitterness in her heart, but the two female disciples guarding the mountain both looked fierce and menacing.

She had no choice but to use her crutches to stand up.

Then.

She took a deep look at the Heavenly Sword Sect's mountain gate before her, then turned and left unwillingly.

The moment she turned away, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, like a flood bursting its banks...

She knew,

She left this time.

She had no chance to change her fate in this lifetime.

What awaits her is certain death...

Her fate will be the same as Lin Xuan'er's and Lu Yuan's...

He died a pathetic death, filled with despair and resentment...

The more Zhou Qingmin thought about it, the more painful it became for her...

The two female disciples guarding the mountain watched her departing figure, both of them curling their lips in disdain.

"An old woman like you wants to see Elder Chen of our Heavenly Sword Sect? Doesn't she even know her place in the mirror?"

"That's right, Elder Chen of our sect is a saint. Who does she think she is? To want to see Elder Chen is just wishful thinking!"

"That's right. She had confidently said that Elder Chen would definitely come to see her after hearing her name. I was so stupid to believe her. I was such a fool to insist on going to Xiaoyun Peak to inform her."

“That’s right. If we had known she wasn’t a good person, we should have driven her down the mountain in the first place.”

"Yes, we shouldn't have helped her!"

Zhou Qingmin, leaning on her crutches, limped down the mountain...

Hearing the voice behind her felt like a needle piercing her heart, causing excruciating pain...

But she could only purse her lips, suppressing her pain, and dared not say anything more...

that's all,

Zhou Qingmin went down the mountain in disappointment...