Ruo Yun clutched her heart tightly:
"Lord Holy Hall Walker, Sect Master, Lord Si Motu, Mr. Jiang Si, Miss Zi Yuan, these are my thoughts. No matter how you mock me in your hearts, no matter how disappointed my teacher is in me, no matter how insignificant I am, or how difficult the future may be, I will definitely follow the path I choose, without regret!"
She breathed heavily, awaiting their scoffs and belittlement, even considering the possibility of being expelled from the Holy Hall.
But she had to speak her mind, even if it meant being driven out; she would use her own strength to continue creating the Holy Hall in her heart.
No one has stipulated that one's fantasies cannot become reality.
The people before her have already done enough.
Weaving a magnificent and blissful dream for oneself, even if it shatters, shouldn't elicit complaints. Instead, it's her turn to personally weave the dream she needs to continue!
"Disciple of Bai Mei."
