Nanli walked up to Cinian and checked his injuries, her expression still as indifferent as ever: "Why should I cry? It's not me who should cry, but those who harmed me."
Because she would seek revenge on them.
Cinian stared at her blankly.
Her calmness was enough to break one's heart.
"Nanli, about what happened back then... you must have recovered your memories by now, right? If you trust me, would you mind telling me everything in detail?" Cinian didn't want her to bottle everything up inside.
Nanli's hand paused. "I've only recovered a little of my memories, not clearly, not much to say. But one thing I'm certain of is that when I was harmed, people from all six major sects were involved. Valley Lord Yang, Palace Master Du, and Yan Buxiu are dead; Shanhai is probably not far from death either. The remaining ones are Qingwu, Ji Chengyi, and Penglai Island."
She glanced at the Sky-Tearing Sword, her confusion deepening.