He understood!
He understood why he lost so completely!
Besides his deceased parents, who else in the world could understand him so well?
Liang Ning had seen him at his most downtrodden, most helpless; she mastered the details of his life for a full six years!
To catch a clue from him wasn't difficult at all!
Besides, she died by his own hands back then, and that dagger was the cause of it all!
"No, I don't believe it!"
He gritted his teeth and shook his head.
"Do you not believe, or are you unwilling to believe?"
Fu Zhen leaned on her sword with both hands on the ground, looking down with disdain: "It's already July now, and in another month, it will be the anniversary of my death seven years ago.
"Seven years ago, you painstakingly plotted to kill me, thinking it was once and for all, that no one would ever obstruct your future and your plans.
"But when it came down to it, I, this ghost, still emerged to expose you completely. How could you be content?"
