The cup in Zhou Li's hand fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
"Five hundred Immortal Clouds."
Huang Yiri sat with one leg crossed over the other, speaking flippantly, "You've smashed an Ancient Immortal Treasure to smithereens~"
"You..."
Zhou Li's gaze was complex, not knowing what to say, words failing him at his lips.
"What do you think you are? Insignificant nobodies? Friends discardable like food and drink at a whim?"
Pointing at Zhou Li, Shangguan Hong trembled as she asked, "Zhou Li, you are the Soul, Ye Chong is the Bone. You personally named the Lizi Class, and all those years, it was Ye Chong who, with you, spared no effort to help everyone. Do you find seeking revenge for yourselves laughable? Do you feel undeserving?!"
Zhou Li was rendered speechless, simply watching Shangguan Hong with an array of tumultuous emotions in his eyes.
"What infuriates me isn't that you've given up, because I know you haven't."
