But now, it's too late to say anything, this battle was destined for Du Jieyu to lose because she overestimated herself and underestimated others.
Mu Qian looked down at them, and on his handsome face, not a trace of warmth could be found, "The people of the Taiji Sect are getting worse with each generation."
Du Jieyu clutched her chest, looking at Mu Qian with gritted teeth, and said, "It's all because of you."
If it weren't for Mu Qian and the Blood Clan capturing the elders of the Taiji Sect, what fear would the Taiji Sect have of Mu Qian?
How else would she be so embarrassed at this moment?
Wen Jiaren stood beside Mu Qian, with a faint smile that didn't reach her eyes, "I've never quite understood, where your hatred for me comes from. When I was in the Taiji Sect's dungeon, I felt you had an intense hatred for me."
Du Jieyu leaned against the tree, her face pale and blood-stained lips revealing a cold smile, "Are you really clueless, or just pretending?"
