Yin Shijiu transformed into a mass of black mist and lunged in that direction, her face twisted with loathing and jealousy.
Purple Dao, Yingyuan, Imperial Preceptor!
She would never forget this aura, not in this life, nor in any future life. Hatred hung in her heart like a sharpened blade, standing tall and serving as a constant, bitter reminder.
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