The sect I protected for a hundred years called me a fraud. For the sake of the fake Dragon Vein Goddess, they hated me to the bone and wanted me dead.
But when the dragon veins dimmed and the earth shook, they all regretted it, weeping and begging me to show mercy.
I smiled.
When I loved and protected them, they cast me aside like garbage.
Now that I have long since severed all ties and feelings, how could I possibly care about our old bonds?
