In the face of her master's reprimand, Qiu Mucheng lowered her head in shame.

"I'm sorry, Master. I've disappointed you."

Her eyes were full of guilt as she apologized to her master.

Despite her apology, her master paid her no attention and walked away while saying coldly, "I've told you to give up. This path is not meant for you."

The graceful woman strode away, crushing fallen leaves and flowers beneath her feet.

Her words cut Qiu Mucheng deeply, piercing through the latter's heart and leaving her feeling extremely dejected and unhappy.

After all, nothing was more devastating for a proud woman than to be rejected by her own master.

However, Qiu Mucheng did not give up in the face of those words.

Gritting her teeth, she shouted at her departing master, "No, Master! I won't give up! I'll never give up! I'll make you and that faithless man see my worth!"

Qiu Mucheng had a determined look in her eyes. The extent of her inner strength and fortitude was beyond anyone's comprehension.

The elegant woman remained silent, but with a wave of her sleeve, a willow branch immediately shot out from beneath her feet and hovered in front of Qiu Mucheng.

Under Qiu Mucheng's shocked gaze, the branch in the woman's hand seemed to have come alive, dancing and twirling in the air with remarkable agility.

With each slice, thrust, and stab, the movements of the branch were swift and fluid.

At first, Qiu Mucheng was puzzled, but soon she realized that it was her master demonstrating her swordsmanship right before her eyes.

Overjoyed, Qiu Mucheng tried hard to remember the teachings imparted to her. She was filled with gratitude toward her master at that moment.

I knew it! Master has a sharp tongue but a kind heart.

With her master's guidance, Qiu Mucheng became more enthusiastic about practicing her swordsmanship.

Meanwhile, several hundred meters away stood a middle-aged man with his hands behind his back. He was watching from a distance.

Before long, Qiu Mucheng's master returned to the spot.

"After all these years, you're still so sharp-tongued. Can't you say something nicer? It won't hurt to be kind. Do you have to be so ruthless and

have to bother about your daughter-in-law. You don't appreciate what I do, and

"Okay, okay, I've spoken out of turn. Ms. Tang, you can do whatever you want with her, and I won't interfere anymore. However, my daughter-in-law is quite talented, right? I remember that you practiced this sword technique for over six months before mastering it. My daughter-in-law had no martial arts background back then, yet she only spent half a year more than you to

her sword in the dense forest from afar, growing

woman didn't

of approval appeared

learner. If she had started twenty years earlier, her achievements now might have even surpassed those of your worthless son. Unfortunately, that brat held her back," she

of resentment could

far from the tree. If the father isn't a good person, the son is

man's face immediately faded, and he

down by

in your care," the

was unaware of the conversation

tirelessly day after day, neglecting sleep and

sword technique, Qiu Mucheng

heart had been emptied, leaving

sadness and loneliness flooded her mind as if she had

for a long time, making

she coughed up a

the ground with tears streaming down her

gazed into the distance, whispering, "Y-Ye Fan, i-is that

bombing, the news of Ye Fan's death was purposely spread

arts world, but

reported Ye Fan's wicked life and his justified and deserved death at

Zihua, and others became heroes for delivering justice

Fan, he was nailed to the pillar of

people didn't know or care who Ye Fan was or even who

had never met Ye Fan in their

was a

or

is written by

who were judged in history as wicked and corrupt will be exactly

was a stranger and someone they had never

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