Now it doesn’t matter why Mo Ziyan is crying. He is just afraid that Mo Ziyan will accidentally damage the hairpin.

The hairpin was not a top-grade spiritual treasure to begin with. It had become fragile after a hundred years of ups and downs. Otherwise, Jiang Zhige would not have specially placed it in the treasure pavilion for nurturing.

Snap! Just as he was thinking this, the hairpin slipped out of Mo Ziyan's hand.

The hairpin was broken into pieces. Not only was it damaged, some parts were turned into powder on the spot.

The white-haired old man's pupils dilated and he couldn't stop feeling a chill on his back.

"Hairpin, hairpin"

Mo Ziyan was crying and panicking, trembling as she tried to pick up the hairpin that had been broken into pieces.

At this moment, a cold breath emerged from behind the two people, causing the air in the treasure pavilion to freeze instantly.

The white-haired old man looked back stiffly and said in a trembling voice: "Pavilion Master."

Jiang Zhige was seen standing behind Mo Ziyan, with a chill spreading all over his body like the underworld. Not to mention Mo Ziyan, even the white-haired old man with Yuanhai realm cultivation was frightened.

Mo Ziyan looked terrified, her whole body shaking like a sieve, and she didn't dare to look back at Jiang Zhige's expression.

"Mo Ziyan, give me an explanation."

Jiang Zhige's voice was extremely cold and the spiritual energy around him could not be controlled and overflowed.

Upon hearing this, Mo Ziyan turned around and knelt in front of Jiang Zhige. She cried and kowtowed vigorously, trying desperately to explain, but she was crying so hard that she couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"Master, Zi Yan, Zi Yan is..."

Pah! Jiang Zhige slapped Mo Ziyan fiercely, causing her nose to bleed and a bright red mark of five fingers appeared on her right cheek.

Mo Ziyan didn't care about the slap. She quickly got up and knelt down again, kowtowed hard, and blood came out of her forehead.

"If I see you in Tianyun Pavilion again within three days, I will kill you."

Jiang Zhige's voice was cold and emotionless, and he turned around and left with the fragments and powder in his hand.

He was not angry because Mo Ziyan broke the March Spirit Chai, but he felt that he had misjudged the person and raised an ungrateful person with bad character.

Seeing Mo Ziyan smash Nangong Rou's March Spirit Hairpin, and thinking about her previous confession, Jiang Zhige naturally thought that she did it on purpose.

Jiang Zhige also gave Mo Ziyan a chance to explain, but she looked guilty and couldn't give him a satisfactory answer.

Thinking about how his eight years of hard work had gone to waste, and how he had kept a bitch by his side for eight years, Jiang Zhige was already showing mercy by not killing Mo Ziyan on the spot.

"No, it's not."

Hearing Jiang Zhige's cold words, Mo Ziyan felt dizzy and almost crawled to try to keep Jiang Zhige.

A powerful force burst out from Jiang Zhige's body, blowing away the dark purple smoke, and he walked out holding the powder fragments of the March Spirit Hairpin.

“Master! Master!”

Mo Ziyan fell to the ground and could no longer get up. She could only reach out to Jiang Zhige from behind to keep him.

She cried until she was hoarse, tears streaming down her face, but no matter how miserable she looked, it couldn't stop Jiang Zhige for even a second.

Since joining Tianyun Pavilion, Mo Ziyan has long regarded this place as her home, and Jiang Zhige as her only support and even the meaning of her survival.

Although the practice has been difficult, Mo Ziyan really cannot imagine life without Jiang Zhige.

Because in the past eight years, Mo Ziyan's mind had only Jiang Zhige, Jiang Zhige's face, Jiang Zhige's voice, and even Jiang Zhige's every move.

Maybe Jiang Zhige has someone else in his heart, but Mo Ziyan only has him in her world.

At this point, it would be better for Mo Ziyan to die in Tianyun Pavilion than to let her leave Jiang Zhige.

Seeing that Jiang Zhige was about to disappear from his sight, Mo Ziyan lost all hope and fell into complete despair.

"Master."

It was so sad and heartbreaking, and there was no need to be so desperate. The pain of being abandoned by Jiang Zhige alone made Mo Ziyan want to die.

It happened that an unknown force in the body reversed the spiritual veins, and Mo Ziyan vomited blood on the spot, fell to the ground and fainted.

The white-haired old man's expression changed slightly. He knew that this was the backlash of the Heavenly Stealing Saint Body's breakthrough. If Mo Ziyan could not get a panacea or a powerful person to save him, he would definitely die.

It had only been not long since Mo Ziyan broke through the Spiritual Martial Realm. Under normal circumstances, the backlash from Heaven would not come so quickly. But now, under the combined grief, the backlash had made it even more severe.

At this moment, let alone Tianyun Pavilion, only Jiang Zhige can save Mo Ziyan within a thousand miles.

But he noticed Mo Ziyan falling to the ground, and his pace did not slow down at all.

"After eight years of living together day and night, the Demon Emperor is so cold and indifferent. Is he still a human being?!"

"Yes, even though Fairy Zi Yan was wrong first, it's as if he has no feelings at all."

Seeing this scene, everyone in the hall couldn't stand it anymore. Even though Nangong Rou was not far away, they still cursed out loud without any hesitation.

Nangong Rou’s face turned pale, and she was unable to refute anyone.

In fact, even she felt that Jiang Zhige had gone too far, but was she really qualified to feel that way? No wonder Mo Ziyan was so emotional, no wonder someone like Mo Ziyan couldn't help but lose his temper.

Such humble love was met with a slap in the face, and Jiang Zhige even threatened to kill her.

Not to mention the love that was so humble that it was reduced to dust and broken into pieces even more shattered than the March Spirit Hairpin, just the grief of being slapped and abandoned by Jiang Zhige was something no woman could endure.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry"

Nangong Rou had tears in her eyes and lowered her head, not daring to look at Mo Ziyan.

If her memory had not come back to her, she would probably never know that she had unintentionally caused so much pain.

If you put yourself in Nangong Rou's shoes, she would definitely collapse when she saw Jiang Zhige giving her the March Spirit Hairpin, but Mo Ziyan kept silent and even comforted Nangong Rou along the way.

That tolerance had already made Nangong Rou feel ashamed. Now witnessing these memories again, how could Mo Ziyan still pretend to be indifferent?

Nangong Rou's self-righteous comfort will inevitably make Mo Ziyan's grief worse.

"Jiang Zhige, why do you treat me like this?"

Seeing these scenes, Mo Ziyan still couldn't hold back her tears until today, holding Qu Yun's shoulders.

She could only admit that she had loved Jiang Zhige, so she couldn't deny that she hated Jiang Zhige.

Even if Jiang Zhige had smiled at her a few more times, Mo Ziyan would not find it so difficult to let it go.

However, in her memory, Jiang Zhige was only cold and harsh, as if she was not the disciple with whom she had been with for many years.