"Ju, do you truly intend to treat me thus?" A look of sorrow flashed across the woman's eyes as she gazed infatuatedly at the man opposite her, seeming lost in memory. "When heaven and earth first opened, you and I listened together to the Holy Venerable's sermon. I know the target of that sermon was you—I was merely an appendage, an inconspicuous little flower growing beside you. The Holy Venerable said you were a stone from beyond the heavens, gathering the fortune of all three thousand realms into one, born with a sacred root. With just a trace of intent, you could take that final step!"
She spoke very slowly, her beautiful eyes fixed intently on the man opposite. He remained as expressionless as ever, his eyes as dazzling as a river of stars yet utterly vacant, as though taking nothing into view, forever so untouchable and high above. Each time she saw him like this, a searing pain tore through the woman's heart. She was a bewitching flower, born with the power to captivate the hearts of millions, making them willing to offer up their hearts on a platter. Thus, whenever she pleased, with a mere crook of her finger, any man would grovel at her feet. What a pity she had met with two setbacks in her life: the first was this stone-turned-man, born without a heart—how could she possibly bewitch him? The second to send her home in defeat was that man who practiced the ruthless path, looking at her with nothing in his eyes but scorn upon scorn.
So what if he scorned her? Since…
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