Bab 227: Butterlfy Spirit Race's Sacred Ceremony

In the aftermath of the preceding day's events, Hong Meilin found herself bearing the weight of numerous abuses, insults, and disdain inflicted upon her by her fellow comrades.

Resolute and tenacious, she suppressed these emotions, burying them deep within the recesses of her heart.

Seeking solace and respite, she retired to her tent, hoping that slumber would offer an escape from the haunting echoes of her mistreatment.

Yet, sleep proved to be an elusive companion.

Despite her best efforts to banish the tormenting memories, her restless mind persisted in replaying every cutting remark, every venomous insult.

The relentless mental playback only served to amplify her anxiety and ignite a smoldering resentment towards those who had treated her with such callous disregard.

How could they respond with such vitriol and hostility?