The Fallen Martial Brother's Twisted Love.

The rain continued.

Sun Yuying strolled through a small settlement near the Inkflow Spire, holding an umbrella on the wet and slightly muddy road. "Why is it so rainy today?" she muttered to herself.

The image of Yang Wei's smug face invaded her thoughts—like her brain decided to conjure up something even more irritating than her dislike for the rain just to shift her focus. It pushed her to vent her frustration, "That damn Yang Wei! Every day he lives is another day of agony for me."

Pausing for a moment, Sun Yuying sighed, "It's a shame that a male cultivator can show such aptitude these days. What's even worse, it has to be a dirtbag like him."

She couldn't fathom why he received numerous gifts from Peak Chiefs, even Chief Xiu planning to give him some.

"So annoying..." she said through gritted teeth.