"Xiao Mingyi!"
Mei Xiao's gaze swept over the other, his tone changed drastically from gentle to stern and sharp: "Until the moment you stepped into the hall, I still had hope for you, hoping you could return to the right path. But instead of changing, you have fallen into the Demon Path, thoroughly becoming an enemy of the righteous path. Can you face the millions of fellow cultivators who have died?"
Xiao Mingyi retreated repeatedly, facing the other's questioning, his expression extremely flustered until he steadied himself against the stone pillar.
"Mei Xiao!
"Xiao died a long time ago!"
His eyes were bloodshot, the fear on his face gradually faded, replaced by resentment and anger: "Do you remember? In Thousand Jue Valley, to cover your retreat, I was poisoned by countless toxins, thus unable to recover, harming my Foundation!"
"Since that moment, I was already dead!
"Not just me, but also my disciple, my daughter, my wife, everything of mine!
