Aggrieved Heart Darkening

"Wang Cheng, the word 'innocent' should never have come out of your mouth."

On the high wall, Zhao Shuning's dress fluttered in the wind, and there were a few strands of hair on her face.

Even though she was only fifteen years old, she looked like an evil spirit in the middle of the night. In her eyes, one could not find any trace of pity for the people around her.

"Ye Ling, you're heartless."

"Back then, when I dug out my heart and removed my bones, I hurt the Spiritual Root and united with the mysterious power in the martial arts world to pull me down from my high position and harm my phoenix. Did you, Wang Cheng, not participate?"

The Spiritual Energy in Zhao Shuning's hand suddenly rose.

A flute suddenly appeared.

The flute was no longer the jade flute in his hands.

However, Zhao Shuning had not forgotten the mental cultivation method that her Master had taught her.