Only this way, can one truly be considered a child of the Immortal Dao Noble Clan.
Otherwise, they would ask: You were born into the Immortal Dao Noble Clan, with thousands serving you, why are you still unhappy?
"Until I met Senior Brother…" Luo Qingyao squinted her eyes, a layer of frost covering her eyelashes, "I approached you so humbly and pathetically, trying to please you like those who once served me. I seemed to have locked myself in a cage, waiting for you to punish me… But you didn't, you set me free."
Fan Wubing stepped onto the peak, where an altar uncovered by snow appeared before him.
It was massive, ancient, and while solemn, it also exuded a kind of tragedy.
"We're here." Fan Wubing did not wish to respond to the previous words. He felt he had not deliberately done anything for his junior sister, but had naturally interacted with her until this relationship was formed.
