In her view, the whole world owes her something, everyone should serve her, and anyone or any rule that hinders her is wrong.
Lingxiao Zhenren was so angry at her distorted and shameless words that he trembled all over. He pointed at her, his lips quivering, but he couldn't utter a single word.
He looked at the seemingly insane girl with fierce eyes and felt completely unfamiliar with her.
This is the disciple to whom he has devoted his heart and soul and placed his high hopes?
This is clearly an ungrateful wretch!
Even so, looking at her face, which overlapped with the obedient appearance in his memory but was now covered in blood and madness, and listening to her heart-wrenching words, the almost instinctive pity and reluctance that Lingxiao Zhenren had developed over the years was still hard to completely erase.
He closed his eyes, suppressing the metallic taste in his throat, and finally turned to the floating talisman figure, bowing deeply. His voice was hoarse and weary, carrying a hint of humble pleading: "Master... Wan'er... her sins are too great to be recounted..."
"But... but she was raised by my own hands, and we spent more than ten years together... I beg you, Dao Ancestor... spare her life for my sake!"
"Strip her of her cultivation and imprison her in the forbidden area forever. Your disciple is willing to guard her personally and never let her harm the sect again!"
Yun Wan'er listened coldly to Ling Xiao Zhenren's pleas for mercy, her face showing no gratitude whatsoever.
It's ridiculous. All she wanted was to improve her cultivation. What did she do wrong?
The fault lies with the Tianyan Sect, with the incompetent Master, and with those disciples whose lives are worthless!
What right does my master have to punish me?!
However, before Lingxiao Zhenren's plea had even finished—
"Pfft."
A sharp sound, like a blade piercing flesh, abruptly broke the stagnant atmosphere in the water prison.
Yun Wan'er felt a chill in her heart, and an unprecedented sense of emptiness instantly spread through her.
She lowered her eyes in astonishment.
A familiar purple sword tip emerged from her chest, dripping warm, her own blood onto the cold ground.
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