Qing Yuan lifted the sword in his hand and walked toward Ziyan, slowly.
"Yun'er died because of you. I no longer love you. I did not try to hurt you before as I had to handle her burial. Now that she is resting in peace in her grave, I am here for revenge!"
"You have just met her a few times. Has she actually become so important that your memories of her are more significant than the days we have spent together? You fell for another lady so quickly!" Ziyan's lips were trembling slightly.
Originally, Hong Yu did not want to get involved. However, after hearing Ziyan's words, she merely sneered.
"Qing Yuan has fallen for another lady? How can you say that? He has sacrificed a lot because of you, but what does he get in the end? How did you treat him?"
Qing Yuan did not want to waste time with Ziyan. In a blink of an eye, an overwhelming aura was emitted out of him, dispersing in all directions, turning the whole world cold and dull.