"Evil Disciple! Why haven't you immediately taken your sword to stab this traitor?!"
Master Mie Jue's stern voice was like a heavy hammer pounding on Zhou Zhiruo's heart, making her heart beat as if it were striking a resonant bell.
Zhou Zhiruo's elegant and pure face suddenly lost all color, her pitiful look aimed at Zhang Wuji.
Seeing the other party finally willing to acknowledge her, her heart was foolishly delighted, interpreting his previous denial of her as a form of protection, just like when he had saved her without hesitation.
However, standing out on her own at this moment meant there was truly no turning back, and her master's harsh words were as if pushing her to the brink of a cliff.
