Su Ge'er's voice was full of allure and melodiousness, seemingly akin to the Devil's Voice, which could likely unsettle the minds of ordinary people, but Fang Yi was not yet so captivated to that extent.
Fang Yi gazed into Su Ge'er's beautiful eyes and said indifferently, "I don't need your gratitude, I just want to know why you foolishly went alone to the Iron Fist Sect and then caused such a mess."
Su Ge'er gave a wretched smile and said, "Would you believe me if I said I went there for revenge?"
"You need to tell me before I can choose whether to believe it or not."
Su Ge'er smiled helplessly, a stark contrast to her previously enchanting, soul-stirring demeanor. Her brows slightly furrowed, she sighed, "I thought I would only tell my master about this matter and no one else."
Actually, Su Ge'er had a tragic childhood.
In her early years, Su Ge'er was orphaned. Her family was actually annihilated; had she not met her master, she probably wouldn't be here today.
