"Did he avenge your parents?"
Immortal Lingxue became increasingly fascinated and urgently wanted to know the answer.
"Yes."
As Mu Qilin recalled the past, she could not hide her excitement: "On the eve of our marriage, he suddenly left home, and I had no idea where he went."
"I thought he had left me, and I was heartbroken, washing my face with tears every day until the night before the wedding. He came back, weary from his journey, bringing with him the severed head of the dog emperor."
True Master Lingxue's breath hitched: "He really killed the emperor?"
"Yes."
Mu Qilin clenched her right fist; her hatred was still present despite the passage of time: "The dog emperor is the one who killed my parents and loved ones. Even if he turned to ashes, I would still recognize him."
True Master Lingxue sighed deeply in her heart: "Feng Ling, by interfering in mortal affairs and killing the emperor, was bound to bring disaster."
"It was me, it was me who caused him harm."