Mo Li felt as if her consciousness had plunged into a fiery red world. Her body uncontrollably reached out to grasp everything nearby.
She recalled everything that had happened in her previous life.
As a Sword Three, I possessed a talent that others couldn't achieve in a lifetime. Although my master's cultivation realm wasn't very high, he was gentle with me—or rather, gentle with every senior and junior sister disciple. I had thought I would simply continue stepping toward the peak, standing high above, but I didn't understand... Why did Su Bei, who had been kind to me for hundreds of years, turn into a demon in his final days? Why did he cultivate the Devouring Heaven Demon Art?
As her consciousness sank deeper, her hatred for Su Bei gradually transformed into a complex emotion she herself could not comprehend.
