"Why?" On the Immortal Execution Platform, she demanded through tears of blood.
He had personally cut open her chest and transplanted her phoenix heart into another woman.
Three hundred years later, at a grand gathering in the immortal realm, she returned in spectacular fashion with a song that echoed like a phoenix's cry.
Leaning close to the ear of the man who had once been the Immortal Emperor, she whispered, "Well, fancy seeing you again!"
The emperor gripped her hand, his voice hoarse. "Xi'er, I'll repay you with my life."
She pulled her hand away and laughed softly. "Your life? I don't want it."
Only when darkness descended and he stood in front of her, his white robes stained with blood, did she finally understand...
Back then, cutting out her heart had been both a tribulation and a scheme. He had loved her with all his heart, yet hurt her more deeply than anyone.
