In many places in Qing Province, bandit attacks erupted fiercely. Ruthless horse bandits stormed into the Ye Family, burning, killing, and looting; everyone in the mansion was massacred, including her parents!
Only the heavily injured old butler managed to escape in the chaos, carrying her newborn baby sister, still wrapped in swaddling clothes!
Bang—
Ye Zi'e slammed her fist into the mirror, her face twisted in ferocity, her chest heaving with heavy breaths.
The scars buried for years were suddenly unveiled, plunging her into unspeakable guilt and agony.
But she knew clearly, no matter what cultivation one pursued, ultimately, it's about cultivating the heart. If she couldn't untangle her heart's knot, even if she succeeded in merging with the Dao, Heart Demons would inevitably arise.
"Hoo."
Ye Zi'e took a deep breath, striving to calm her emotions, then continued looking.
The situation afterward was simple—
