Su Wan transformed into the most miserable furnace in the world of cultivation.
Her fiancé personally dug up her spiritual roots and gave them to cousin Bai Yueguang.
When she was left in the mourning hall to die, her cousin came with a sword to eliminate the root cause.
"Trash should have the awareness of trash." When the sword edge struck, Su Wan suddenly laughed.
The spiritual energy in the sky gathered at her feet and formed a whirlpool.
"This seat is the way of heaven——"
"You ants, are you worthy of judging me?"
