While Ye Fan and Xi He were still inside the Arctic ancient ruins, Wu Ding lingered alone on the Arctic ice sheet, surrounded by cold weather.
At this time, the Arctic was in the alternating state between polar night and polar day, the surrounding light was dim, and she faced the north wind alone. Although she would not feel cold, she felt a strange sense of melancholy.
"Your life shouldn't belong to others, it should belong to yourself. You must live for yourself. Only by killing Ye Fan can you find liberation..."
A voice suddenly echoed in Wu Ding's heart, as if it were an inner call to her, but she was surprised why such a thought would arise in her heart.
"Ye Fan has always said that I am controlled by the people of the sect. Before, I didn't believe it at all. Even if I am controlled by the master, I thought it was just a kind of guidance, like pulling strings. Why is this feeling so strong this time?"
