The inn had long been abandoned since the family here perished.
Dust covered everywhere, and there Ye Fei sat alone in the hall, seemingly waiting for my arrival.
He poured me a cup of wine, which I drank without hesitation. Ye Fei smiled at me, saying he was fond of me, but unfortunately our ideologies were truly different.
"You won't escape this time."
For the first time, I felt full of confidence, almost looking down at Ye Fei.
Not just because my power had broken through again, nor because he had become a target everyone wanted to attack, and certainly not because I knew Ye Fei was injured—he was hurt by the people of Xuanyuan Palace half a month ago.
I looked down, simply because I seemed to feel that I had freed myself from Ye Fei's manipulation.
For fifteen years, I always felt Ye Fei was constantly around me, mocking my weakness, watching coldly as I chased after him.
