The moonlight falls into the pool, casting a cold silence on Yin Baishuang's face. That flawless countenance, under the silver glow of the moonlight, bore hatred like scars tearing through crimson.
It carried deep hatred, enmity that cut to the bone.
"Two hundred years, I've traversed the Mortal World without setting foot in Taixuan, and thus never met Senior Li. I had thought that, like Su Jing, you would bear guilt and remorse for what happened back then.
Now seeing the way you look at little An, like a beast ready to devour, I've finally seen it clearly... Li Bansheng, I overestimated you all."
Li Bansheng's gaze locked with hers, flickering light and dark: "Young Palace Master Yin has indeed honed her skill of eloquence to a masterful level, never letting go of an argument. In regards to the events of those years, my wife and I do owe an apology to young Baili.
But matters of the heart are never easily explained in terms of black and white.
