Life often follows this pattern too.
When soone is by your side, you carelessly take them for granted, and only regret deeply once they are gone.
However, many tis in life, once you lose sothing, it can never be regained.
Zhou Yan sighed inwardly, yet only watched Suxin with a cold, indifferent gaze.
If it were Su Wen, it would be impossible to forgive Suxin.
Indeed, absolutely impossible.
Whether it’s the pride that’s been trampled upon, or the supre dignity that’s been desecrated, these are unforgivable.
Therefore, even if Zhou Yan felt a trace of sympathy, he could not show it.
Because he is Su Wen, not Zhou Yan.
"Husband, I beg you, please give one more chance, alright? Just one more, I promise I won’t disappoint you this ti!"
Suxin’s tears flowed freely, her eyes filled with pleading hope.
Zhou Yan looked at her indifferently, his eyes showing disgust, and his expression full of irony.
"I rember, when you trampled upon back then, when you threw that Contract Book of rules in my face, how majestic and carefree you were. So why this now?"
"Of course, forgiving you is possible; you could find a hundred lowly cultivators of the Sea of Suffering Realm and let them ravage you in front of ."
"If you do so, then I will forgive you."
Zhou Yan suddenly burst into laughter.
As he spoke these words, he felt an inexplicable sense of relief.
This twisted ntality of the Evil Venerate Su Wen was sowhat perverse.
At this mont, Zhou Yan deeply understood this.
And Zhou Yan’s words delivered a destructive strike to Suxin.
Suxin’s tears rolled quietly, her eyes filled with extre despair.
But she remained silent because she knew this was nothing more than a ans to humiliate her.
Once, a man who had cared for her ticulously, made countless sacrifices, and during dangerously close calls, had continuously saved her, remained in her mories.
Unfortunately, back then, all she cared about was cultivation, only rembering the disgraced Su Wen whose cultivation roots were destroyed by an accident, becoming a sha in the eyes of the clan, driving her to resent and detest him—until the final ti, when Su Wen handed her the King’s Inheritance, giving up his chance to recover from his wounds, she still thought it was ordained.
As endless years passed, the once vivid mories resurfaced, and all that was unknown beca clear to Suxin.
Yet by this ti, Su Wen had long vanished and never appeared again.
And as ti slipped away, the gut-wrenching feeling gnawed at her incessantly.
After witnessing the cold and hypocritical behavior of various n, she finally understood how devoted and singular that ten-year stretch of selfless care from the man was.
Regrettably, she let go of such a man and he was destroyed by her.
And now, upon eting again, this man had truly changed.
Yet, Suxin held onto hope, because if one genuinely doesn’t love, they wouldn’t hate.
Where there is genuine hatred, there must still be love—it’s just that her own efforts weren’t enough.
"Husband, if that’s what it takes for you to forgive , let first give you my purity, and then fulfill all your requests."
Suxin thought over it and decided to do whatever it takes for Su Wen’s forgiveness.
And if Su Wen truly accepted her, she would have no regrets and could then choose to die through self-transformation.
At that ti...
Suxin had made up her mind.
Yet now, she did not hear Zhou Yan’s response.
She looked at Zhou Yan.
At this mont, Zhou Yan’s gaze was peculiarly complex. It did not carry cold indifference but held a hidden tenderness, blending love and hate uniquely.
That expression, those eyes, like the sharpest sword, pierced the deepest wounds in her heart, triggering a full eruption of Suxin’s vulnerability.
Once again, she burst into tears, and they beca uncontrollable.
In such circumstances, she looked pitifully at Su Wen, wanting nothing more than to be embraced by him imdiately.
But Su Wen had no such intention, not at all.
Although the flicker of compassion was montary, and the complex emotions were fleeting, Suxin was certain they were genuine.
"Stand up. I’ve co to the clan to attend to so matters. Follow , and let’s see if there’s any possibility for us to be together again. However, don’t force anything."
Zhou Yan’s tone was sowhat flat.
After speaking those heartless words and feeling a warped pleasure, mories not belonging to him began to loosen, awakening.
Thus, Zhou Yan no longer treated the matter with Su Wen’s temperant, but adjusted slightly, altering his mindset to offer different words.
And with these words, the mories that were about to erge, not belonging to Zhou Yan but rather to Su Wen, gradually ceased to loosen and instead beca more solidified.
Clearly, this was not Su Wen’s true intention.
However, this does not matter.
Because Zhou Yan is Su Wen; he has the ability and the courage to govern this matter.
"Husband, whatever my husband wants to do, Suxin will do everything to help him achieve it. As long as my husband is willing to let Suxin follow, no matter the price, Suxin is more than willing!"
Suxin beca extrely excited at the mont, with her tone carrying a hint of joy.
She finally saw hope, saw that faint glimr of hope.
And the exchange between Suxin and Zhou Yan was observed from afar by Kirin King Zhao Yang.
"No, from the mindset of Su Wen described by the Lord of Ice and Snow, it shouldn’t be like this. Moreover, at that mont, the way Su Wen’s eyes appeared, the aura, it was very similar to..."
Kirin King Zhao Yang pondered in his heart, his expression gradually becoming serious.
Eventually, he transford into a unique shadow, leaving the place, as if he had important matters to attend, even departing from Shanjian City.
...
Zhou Yan, following Suxin, arrived at the Su Family.
The Su Family was a colossal clan, the realms of the life within were incredibly astonishing.
Just among the Eternal Nine Rules, Zhou Yan saw three.
And this was excluding Suxin.
This ans that this Su Family might have more than ten beings in the realm of the Eternal Nine Rules.
What a terrifying force this is.
To know that outside, an Eternal Eight Rules Ninth Layer is enough to stand proud over the world, becoming a Domain Master without falling short.
Yet here, a Suxin of the Eternal Nine Rules Fifth Level is rely an elder in na.
Thinking of his own realm of Eternal Nine Rules First Layer, Zhou Yan could not help but feel sowhat solemn.
"Husband, have you returned for the arm of the Su Maiden?"
Suxin was evidently not foolish, and imdiately inquired in a flattering manner.
"Hmm, not just for this item, but also for the Twelve Grade Lotus Platform."
"I see. Recently, many beings have co for these two items, and the Lord of Ice and Snow is among one of the forces. So, this matter has attracted the attention of the Clan Leader, who has sealed these two Supre Treasures. Now, the Clan Leader is engaging with the White Tiger Clan. Husband, let Suxin take you to see the Clan Leader."
Suxin said.
Zhou Yan nodded and said, "Lead the way."
"Mmm, husband, you’re still so cold, and this face of yours, it is really handso, so charming."
Suxin, seeing Zhou Yan no longer being so aloof, finally regained so feminine emotions, and thus spoke with infatuation.
This is as if given a bit of color she would open a dye workshop.
However, Zhou Yan did not mind at all, rely glancing at Suxin without any other response.
Suxin also dared not truly be presumptuous, only praising Zhou Yan a few tis and speaking so very affectionate words, not doing anything excessive.
And under Suxin’s guidance, Zhou Yan soon arrived at the place of Su Family’s council main hall.
Upon arrival, Zhou Yan saw the White Tiger Clan people.
It was the first ti Zhou Yan saw those of the White Tiger Clan.
But those blue-purple faint colors combined with those tattoo-like Emperor Patterns, and that robust, majestic Blood Qi, undeniably instilled a sense of awe.
More crucially, the Sovereign of the White Tiger Clan was a youth.
That young man, with red lips and white teeth, was extrely handso, and although rely sitting, his presence was quite extraordinary.
He was seated at one side of an ancient square table.
Beside him were four youthful followers with tiger-like features, whose appearance gave Zhou Yan a sense of familiarity but he could not discern a clue.
However, this familiarity was present in Hou Chen and others, so Zhou Yan imdiately realized that among these four tiger-headed youths, one might be Hou Chen, appearing in a manner similar to Zhou Yan himself.
As Zhou Yan’s gaze scanned indifferently, indeed, one of the youths sensed and scanned back.
At that mont, Zhou Yan’s gaze t with that youth, and both instantly felt awed, recognizing each other.
By this point, Hou Chen saw Zhou Yan, and Zhou Yan saw Hou Chen.
Precisely so, Zhou Yan’s heart was filled with contemplation.
Clearly—no matter how powerful the transformative ans, or even through genuine portrayal, there is always the possibility of being discovered—especially in the eyes of those extrely familiar, appearance, form, and identity all beco re illusions, even the Eternal Spirit cannot mask.
For when reaching the true realm of the Eternal Spirit, the innate feeling is the most crucial.
An utterly unfamiliar person without any flaw awakened a sudden familiarity in Zhou Yan’s heart, allowing him to imdiately discern Hou Chen’s identity and recognize it.
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