Leng Ruyu sat silently in the courtyard, gradually calming down.
She slowly released the tightly held talisman, the warmth at her fingertips seemingly still lingering from the decisive tremor of moments ago.
Clearly, she even thought of a way to shatter herself like jade earlier.
Even if she were to fall here, the Cyan Mountain Sect would certainly not have a good end.
However, as her thoughts settled and reason resumed dominance, she couldn't help but ponder deeply. If Su Xiyue truly wanted revenge for past events, the time was already ripe.
After all, she had already been at the Cyan Mountain Sect for two months.
Moreover, Leng Ruyu knew well that Su Xiyue was not a narrow-minded person and would not overlook the bigger picture for personal grievances.
Thus, she fell once more into deep conflict, her heart in chaos, hard to unravel.
She felt that no matter the pain, she could bear it, yet never considered the price she had to pay would be her own purity.
