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... estering me with your pity?!"

His voice broke, rage mixing with something… else.

"Every time I tried to advance… to prove myself… you were there. Smiling. Watching. Wavering my Dao Heart!"

A growl, then a scream—desperate.

"I HATED YOU!!"

The words rang out like a curse, heavy, final.

And the crowd—misunderstood.

A realization swept through them like wildfire.

Hate. He hated her.

And what had he done?

Lan Meiyu and h ...

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