In the face of such a hopeless situation, Ling Chuxi did not feel the slightest bit of sadness. If she was sad every time she was on the line between life and death, her tears would have long dried up.
The current Ling Chuxi only had anger and unwillingness in her heart! Why was it that the same spirit pool, in the hands of others, even a few mediocre nouveau riche could advance to heavenly Yuan, but in her hands, it became a fatal killing intent? Is my fate really that complicated? On what basis? I'll fight with the heavens, I'll never accept my fate!
Countless jumbled up images flashed through Ling Chuxi's mind. They were so clear, yet so far away.
"So what if you're strong? You're a bastard that nobody wants. " A cold and disdainful voice sounded.
"Didn't you say you have a master? Then how could your master leave you behind? You're just a pitiful worm that no one cares about. " The mocking voice was so harsh.
Master ...
Master ...