Prologue

The day Yan Hui was driven out of Chen Xing Mountain was made somewhat difficult by her.

Actually she planned on quietly leaving without making a fuss. However in this world, it isn't so easy for wishes to be fulfilled.

When Yan Liang saw her silverware, quilt, and copied scriptures being rolled into a grass mat and kicked down 3000 steps, clanking and clonking, by Senior Disciple Zi Yue, Yan Hui actually wasn't that angry.

She only sighed in her mind. She had fought with Senior Disciple Zi Yue for many years. Why was Zi Yue's head still not functioning correctly......Since she left those things behind, they were definitely worthless to her. Zi Yue taking her anger out on some scraps was definitely a waste of strength.

Zi Yue stood at the monastery entrance like a baboon who had just won a battle. She looked down her nose at Yan Hui, immensely pleased with herself.

Yan Hui yawned and waved her hand: "As long as you're happy." She turned around and started to leave.

Zi Yue coldly snorted: "Stop, I'm not done yet!" Saying that, she suddenly threw something down. It was a jade hairpin. It streaked past Yan Hui and fell onto the stone steps. In a split second, there was a crisp sound; it had broken into several pieces. Then they rolled away with a tinkling sound, leaving no trace behind.

Yan Hui stared blankly. Her footsteps froze. She bent over and picked up the closest piece of the broken jade hairpin that had bounced near her.

How could she forget this......