Chapter 224 Swords Tragedy (Part 3)

In countless late nights, she thought of them wiping the blade of the Despair Sword.

So after that night by the lake, the heart buried deep within the poisonous mire was pierced by light, henceforth clear and open.

But she forgot... after the day she became aware, the old man's hatred was truly ablaze.

He had personally raised the young man from the age when he wore open-crotch pants, little by little.

Innocent, adorable, mischievous, rash, spirited, resilient, industrious, responsible, bright, dashing... And then disgraced.

As a member of Xuanmen, he definitely ranked at the bottom tier, lacking rare talents, and clueless about profound Mysterious Scriptures; his advancement had struggled at the first level for many years.

Could he, in such a state, casually regard Seven Level as the ultimate murderer of the young man, someone who could be squashed to death with one finger?

In such a manner, could the lofty Happy Death Tower brazenly use his beloved student as material?!