“Yan’er, I used to live for Celestial Realm, but now I exist only for you. No matter what I do, it’s for your sake…”
The corner of Bai Yan’s lip visibly ticked upwards over that remark. Though the man’s sentence didn’t directly refuse her, but it’s obvious enough that he intends to save the imposter if she attacked now.
“Don’t forget what you said today Chu Yi God. I may not be your opponent now and cannot kill the person you want to protect, but one day, one day I will pay back the debt you all owe me!”
A blood debt must be repaid with blood! Those who wronged me will know what it means to suffer! Sacrifice me and my family for your own safety and peace? Ha! All of you will regret ever going down that path!
With that vow made in her mind, Bai Yan grabbed her son’s hand and turned to leave, her head never once giving the man another glance like he’s nothing.
A thumping pain rocked the man’s heart as he watched the two figures slowly disappear from his view. He couldn’t move. He wanted to stop them, but his heart told him its fruitless. All that’s left was a numbing sensation that ripped the strength from his weak body.
“Lord,” Yun Ruo Xi flickers a spark of venom in her eyes before hiding it again when facing the crush of her life, “I knew your heart has me, I knew you wouldn’t….”
Otherwise, why else would he protect me?
But before more could be said, the woman suddenly felt a crushing blow that slammed into her chest. It’s too fast to the point where her eyes couldn’t even begin to catch on until she herself was flying back through the air.
Shocked and horrified by the time she processed on her own injury, Yun Ruo Xi struggles to look up. In that second, what welcomed her eyes weren’t the surreal face of the Celestial Lord that she’s known for so long, but a man that had eyes of contempt and disgust.
“I said it before, none of you are allowed to come make trouble for her, did you not hear my order? Who allowed you to come tell her about me?”
It was not easy for him to make up his mind to pursue the love of his life again, to think his decision would be destroyed before she could take it into action.
Pale along the face, the imposter attempts to defend herself with excuses: “Lord, I didn’t mean to, I really didn’t mean to…”
“Didn’t mean to?” A sneer comes off the man’s mouth. With a wave of his sleeve, the woman across from himself instantly flies up from the ground and lands into his hand. He didn’t hold back in his grip so the other person nearly rolled her eyes and fainted in that second.
Am I going to die like this?
After a thousand years, I’m going to die under the hands of the man I love?
Why?
None of this makes sense to the flailing female.