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"Look, look! The little blind man is out again."
"Knowing he's utterly useless, he still has the nerve to follow Lord Qin around every day. If I were him, I wouldn't be so shameless."
"It's great to have a sect leader sister. Even a good-for-nothing like me can thrive in our Heavenly Dao Alliance."
These were the words Qin Huang heard most often in the first half of his life. Countless times in the dead of night, these words accompanied him. Everyone thought he was a burden to Qin Zheng, and even he himself began to feel that his existence was harming his sister.
However, Qin Zheng never condoned anyone around her doing so. Whenever she heard any bad things about Qin Huang, she would punish the person who spoke out of turn immediately, and then gently tell Qin Huang not to take their words to heart.
Qin Zheng was his only support in life. Sometimes, he would envy the Qin Envoy brothers. Even though Xuan Sheng was born deaf, no one dared to gossip about them because of their status and abilities. If anyone dared to speak out, their fate would be miserable.
Sometimes, he felt that Qin Zheng was too kind, so kind that she couldn't create an environment for him that was completely free of gossip. He always tried to convince himself not to make such demands on his sister, but the sense of imbalance in his heart was still quietly growing.
He disliked Qin Zheng's constant running around, and how she always interrupted him when they talked. When she wasn't around, he felt completely vulnerable, and the malice of those around him was unleashed upon him without reservation. At that time, he was just a twelve-year-old child.
He always hoped and prayed that his sister would come back soon, but what he received was news of her death and her body.
Qin Huang locked himself and his sister together for a day and a night. For the first time, none of the disciples dared to approach until Ning went and pushed open the door. Qin Huang had already deduced that four other people had killed Qin Zheng, and that he himself had buried his sister in the end.
No one knows what happened during that time, only that from then on, Qin Huang was like a different person. He practiced swordsmanship diligently, even at the cost of destroying his defective eyes, just to master the same superb swordsmanship as his sister.
Only he knew that he did all this to avenge Jiang Yuan. Qin Zheng was his only family, his only support, and more importantly, his only resource.
Jiang Yingyue was absolutely right. Qin Huang also knew how selfish he was. All his hatred stemmed from Jiang Yuan taking away the only person he could rely on, forcing him to become strong on his own.
Did he love Qin Zheng? Of course, Qin Zheng loved him too. So, on top of this selfishness, there was a more reasonable and perfect reason. He kept painting Qin Zheng in his mind as more perfect, even deifying her. But when this false belief was exposed by Jiang Yingyue, Qin Huang was finally brought out of the woodwork.
Looking at Qin Huang, who wanted to die together with her, Jiang Yingyue forced herself to calm down. Yes, she could no longer be merciful.
Although she had enough time to observe further, if he succeeded again, something would happen to Ye Qingzhu and Ji Yinglei, who were in a coma. Jiang Yingyue sighed in the end, silently raised Jiuxiao.
Two arrows were fired, one aimed at Qin Huang's hand holding the Thunder Sword, and the other at his chest. As the Thunder Sword fell to the ground, Qin Huang finally collapsed, and the previously agitated air quieted down.
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