As long as his master could touch him and look at him, he could suppress the urge to destroy Ningguang.
He timidly raised his head.
Fu Yu frowned, her fingers digging into the teru teru bozu doll.
It's as if it's sensing something.
Ming Teng carefully raised his hand, but it just missed Fu Yu's lowered hand.
"Master."
A low, hoarse voice sounded.
"Master, what do you think..."
"Kneel properly."
Fu Yu's voice, like the majestic tolling of a bell, suppressed all the restlessness in Ming Teng's heart.
Do you know your mistake?
Fu Yu finally deigned to look at Ming Teng.
But that look, filled with the reproach of an impending storm, successfully made Ming Teng's trembling legs go weak and he collapsed to the ground.
The master noticed something amiss.
Master knew that he had instructed others to curse Ningguang.
It was as if nails had sprung up in the ground, pinning the Nether Vine firmly to it, leaving it motionless.
Fu Yu threw the teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll) at Ming Teng.
The sharp edge grazed Ming Teng's face, leaving streaks of blood.
He didn't have time to wipe it.
I just want to explain.
He only wanted his master to forgive his sins.
"Master, I, I just..."
"Just what?"
Fu Yu's firm voice rang out, and a surge of true energy rose from his lowered arm, gathering into a long ice whip.
He swung the weapon forcefully at the Nether Vine.
The biting cold and the burning pain intertwined.
"I told you to let go of your obsessions and killing, to clear your mind and calm your heart, but where did you hear me?!"
Snap—
Another icy whip fell.
Ningguang stood up in shock.
This was the first time he had seen Fu Yu angry.
It was also the first time he had seen Fu Yu discipline his apprentice.
“Tell me why you did this. If you don’t confess, leave the Heavenly Palace and I will pretend I don’t have you as my disciple.”
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