Upon hearing this, Shang Miaoyan silently clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms.
Feeling the young woman in her arms tense up, Yin Wanqing's voice grew even softer.
"I know… Back then, it was you who deliberately lured Fan Xuan into taking Pei Yuhang away.
Because I told you before that to prove your Dao Heart when breaking through to the Nascent Soul realm, you had to kill the first man in your life… You didn't want Pei Yuhang to die, so you orchestrated this whole charade."
"You've been in so much pain for the last century. And after you found Pei Yuhang, he still wouldn't accept you. It's all my fault. I never taught you how to love or be loved…"
"I don't ask you to forgive me for the suffering I've caused you, Miaoyan. I only hope… that for once, you'll truly listen to me."
A great war, one that would decide the very survival of the Human Race, was about to begin. Yin Wanqing didn't know if the Yin Yang Sacred Land, or even she herself, would survive it.
