Her lips curled into a rare, faint smile, tinged with self-mockery,
"Even if he truly is Chen Yi, why should I hate him anymore? He's long since died without a burial place, all past grievances resolved, I... have let go."
At the other end of Heart Lake, Ming Venerable paused briefly, then said, "Indeed, he truly died without a burial place."
This calm demeanor of Ming Venerable, like an ancient well without ripples, always filled Yin Tingxue with an inexplicable unease.
Moreover, whenever she committed evil, Ming Venerable would always softly advise her, as if in His eyes, Yin Tingxue was still that inherently compassionate girl from the past.
Even as the Saintess of the Divine Sect, she harbored an unshakeable sense of rejection towards this supreme being from deep within her heart. If not for being caught in a predicament and her mind wavering, she would never have initiated communication with Ming Venerable.
