Before the ice-cold pool, an unending stream of ice-cold water cascaded down from above, but this extremely cold water, teeming with spiritual energy, evaporated into a mist of spiritual energy upon contact with Li Zhaojun's body, disappearing without a trace.
At this moment, Li Zhaojun was in the midst of an agonizing struggle between ice and fire. The more she thought of Ye Fan, the more she found it impossible to continue cultivating the "********". It was as if a brand had been etched into the deepest recesses of her heart. Even at her most agonizing moments, she couldn't forget the scene of that moment when she injured Ye Fan.
"You must let go!" At the highest point of the icy pool, Fa Ying watched with a stern expression as Li Zhaojun below was suffering in agony. She wanted to use the cold of the ice-cold pool to seal Li Zhaojun's memories once again, but it was in vain.
Amidst her pain, Li Zhaojun screamed, "Master, I cannot let go, nor do I wish to."
