The High God Yun Zhi kept falling as celestial mansions crumbled all around us. He used the entire divine realm to seal me away.
“I curse you: every time you give your heart, you will be abandoned. No matter how deeply you love, you will never find a place to call home.”
As the curse fell, the divine realm was extinguished.
Ten thousand years later, Si Ci suddenly emerged from a cold pool and saw an old acquaintance lying limp on the bank, face flushed crimson. He chuckled. “Oh? Poisoned?”
Time passed in a flash. Yan Han pinned Si Ci against the door, obsessive fury surging in his eyes. “I’d love for the master you adore to see what you look like now.”
Si Ci laughed coldly between gasps. “Does the world know that the aloof, proud Immortal Venerable is nothing but a zither beast who takes what he wants by force?”
