Cheng Mingyue, upon hearing the news from outside, couldnāt help but once again sweep everything off her dressing table onto the ground.
Her eyes were faintly bloodshot, clearly indicating she hadnāt rested well for days.
However, the reason for her poor rest had drastically changed compared to before.
Earlier, it was due to excitement.
She had already imagined dozens of outcomes for that Demon Sect Leader in her mind, perhaps injured and fleeing, perhaps bearing infamy under public condemnation...
Of course, Cheng Mingyue most wished that woman wouldnāt be able to return at all.
Only with that womanās death could she truly be at ease.
But within just one short day, an unforeseen twist happened.
Thereās no Demon Sect Leader at all?
The person living in that yard was her master, a senior in the Martial World, Mu Qingfeng?
When Cheng Mingyue heard this, her heart turned cold.
She never expected her master would favor that Demon Sect Leader!
Indeed, in Cheng Mingyueās eyes at this moment, she hadnāt considered any other possibilities.
It was as if a long-tensed string in her mind suddenly snapped; apart from hatred, there was nothing left in her mind now.
That woman, that woman is simply a devil!
Ever since she appeared, her senior brother ignored her, and now even the master favors her, and what about her?
Her father now lies on the bed, unconscious with uncertain life or death; her reputation as Fairy Ming Yue in the Martial World is also greatly tarnished.
Itās all because of that woman.
No, not just that woman.
Thereās also Zhu Yue, the senior brother she liked, and her always doting master, and those people in the Martial World.
All of these people are just hypocritical bastards!
Unbeknownst to her, her eyes were growing increasingly red.
And at this moment, a faint golden light drifted in from outside the window.
The light was so weak that if one didnāt look closely, it would be overlooked entirely.
That faint golden light fell into Cheng Mingyueās hair unnoticed, and then it instantly vanished.
Cheng Mingyue furrowed her brow slightly, feeling as if she just experienced a fleeting sense of unease.
A moment later, the crying of a maidservant reached her: "Miss... Miss, Master, heās gone!"
What?
Cheng Mingyue felt momentarily dazed.
Since she was born, her mother had passed away, and it was the father who nurtured her in his care.
Even because she didnāt like it, fearing she might feel wronged, Cheng Zhen never married another wife.
Although Gu Shengyin didnāt approve of Cheng Zhenās character, she couldnāt deny that Cheng Zhen truly did his utmost as a father for Cheng Mingyue.
But simultaneously, it was precisely this principleless pampering that forged Cheng Mingyueās domineering and selfish nature.
Cheng Zhen was a renowned veteran in the Martial World, and at his funeral, nearly every prominent figure in the Martial World attended.
Whether genuinely or feigned, at this moment, everyone had to show a facade of sorrow.
For three days, Cheng Mingyue knelt before her fatherās shrine, regardless of how others comforted or advised her, to no avail.
Until after three days, Mu Qingfeng found it unbearable.
He feared that if this continued, Cheng Zhen hadnāt even been buried yet, and his young disciple might collapse.
He walked up to Cheng Mingyue, reaching out to help her.
"Get away! Donāt touch me!" Cheng Mingyue suddenly screamed.