"Is it him?" Zhai Chuman looked at Ning Cheng in shock. Wasn't this the same cultivator who had left the Traceless Gate with her?
Why Ning Cheng would want to destroy the Traceless Immortal Pond was as clear as a mirror in Zhai Chuman's heart. She hadn't known before, but now she understood completely. Her heart was filled with various emotions; the Traceless Immortal Pond was her sect, the place where she had grown up. And yet, facing the destruction of the Traceless Immortal Pond and even the death of so many fellow sect cultivators, she felt no anger at all.
What goes around comes around, it indeed comes sooner or later.