After being jilted by the saintess at the beginning, why is she crying?

The voice was soft and slightly hoarse, yet exceptionally pleasant to hear.

It felt like a feather gently brushing against my heart, making me feel unbearably itchy.

Zhao Yun'er took a deep breath, took out the token she had found in the secret realm from her bosom, held it with both hands, and respectfully handed it over.

"Senior, I am Zhao Yun'er, and I am... a descendant of the former Spider Envoy."

Upon hearing this, Shangguan Mili narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly.

She stretched out her slender hand and gently beckoned, and the token flew from Zhao Yun'er's hand and landed in her palm.

She looked down at the token, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

This token... it really is my sister's.

She examined the girl carefully for a moment, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, she raised her head and looked at the girl in front of her again.

"What are you to her?"

His voice was still languid, but now carried a hint of seriousness.

Zhao Yun'er clutched her dress, her knuckles turning white, her voice trembling slightly:

"Senior, this token was left to me by my grandmother. I wonder... where is my grandmother now?"

Upon hearing this, Shangguan Mili remained silent for a moment.

She slowly got up and sat up from the jade couch.

The purple dress swayed gently with her movements.

Her jade-like legs were faintly visible beneath the hem of her skirt, radiating an alluring glow in the dim cave.

She didn't answer immediately, but quietly looked at Zhao Yun'er.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke:

Your grandmother... is dead.

His voice was flat, as if he were talking about something completely ordinary.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yun'er felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

She stood there, stunned, her mind blank.

died?

Grandmother...is dead?

She traveled through mountains and rivers, enduring countless hardships, to reach the State of Jin from the State of Zhao. Along the way, she lived in constant fear and almost lost her life several times.

She thought that as long as she found her grandmother, she would have someone to rely on.

She thought that as long as she found her grandmother, she would no longer be alone.

But now...

Shangguan Mili told her that her grandmother was dead?

Zhao Yun'er felt an indescribable sense of grievance welling up in her heart.

The grievance came fiercely and overwhelmingly, instantly shattering all her strength.

Her eyes immediately welled up with tears.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

She bit her lower lip, trying her best to hold back, but the tears still rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably.

"Clatter".

Tears fell to the ground, standing out vividly in the empty cave.

"Clatter".

Another drop.

Zhao Yun'er bit her lower lip tightly, trying not to make a sound.

Her body was trembling slightly, her hands gripping her dress tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

She is afraid.

She was afraid that if she cried out loud, it would displease this senior colleague.

This is a demonic sect, and the person before you is the high and mighty Spider Envoy.

She was just a new disciple; if she angered the other party…

Zhao Yun'er became more and more frightened the more she thought about it, but she just couldn't help it.

Tears streamed down her face like beads from a broken string, unstoppable.

She could only curl up, cover her mouth with her hand, and desperately suppress her sobs.

The suppressed sobs echoed in the empty cave, causing one's heart to ache upon hearing them.

Shangguan Mili looked down at the little guy curled up in a ball, covering his mouth, his body still trembling uncontrollably, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

This little guy...

That's quite interesting.

She moved gracefully down from the jade couch.

Barefoot on the cold ground, her toes, painted with purple cardamom, stood out vividly in the dim light.

She approached Zhao Yun'er and bowed slightly.

A strange fragrance wafted towards me.

The aroma was rich and sweet, with an indescribable allure that made one feel slightly dizzy.

Zhao Yun'er felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and a slender hand reached out.

That hand was as white as jade, with long, slender fingers, and the fingertips were painted with the same purple cardamom color as her toes.

At that moment, the index finger was gently lifting her chin, forcing her to raise her head.

Zhao Yun'er was forced to look up, and through her teary eyes, she finally saw the other person's face clearly.

It was an extremely beautiful face.

Her features were exquisitely perfect, yet her eyes and brows exuded an indescribable allure.

Her narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes were slightly upturned, and the way they moved seemed to steal one's soul.

A high, straight nose, full red lips, and skin so fair it was almost translucent.

What's most striking is the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows.

The bright red color added an extra touch of allure to her already captivating face.

She looked down at Zhao Yun'er, her red lips slightly parted, her voice lazy and casual, yet carrying an air of authority from someone who had long held a superior position.

"You are not allowed to cry in front of me."

Zhao Yun'er shivered, but her tears flowed even more fiercely.

Shangguan Mili frowned slightly, her tone growing even colder:

"If you cry again, I'll throw you into the Ten Thousand Gu Cave to feed those little darlings."

Ten Thousand Gu Cave!

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yun'er froze.

She had heard about the horrors of the Ten Thousand Gu Cave during her time at the Five Poisons Sect.

That was the most terrifying place of punishment for the Five Poisons Sect.

It was teeming with poisonous insects and venomous creatures. If a living person were thrown in, they would be devoured until nothing was left but bones in no time.

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, but she just couldn't stop crying.

She could only bite her lip desperately, suppressing her sobs; she looked utterly pitiful.

Shangguan Mili looked at her trembling little face, so humiliated by her bullying—

"Hehehe—"

Suddenly, a silvery laugh rang out.

The laughter was crisp and melodious, echoing through the empty cave like heavenly music.

Shangguan Mili laughed so hard her body trembled, and her full breasts swayed gently, creating an alluring wave under her purple dress.

She released her grip, took a step back, and looked down at Zhao Yun'er with a smile in her eyes.

"Alright, I was just teasing you."

She bent down, extended a finger, and gently tapped Zhao Yun'er's nose, her tone filled with affection:

"You little rascal, why are you so easily teased?"

Zhao Yun'er stared at her blankly, unsure how to react.

Shangguan Mili straightened up, crossed her arms, tilted her head to look at her, a smile playing on her lips:

"Get up quickly. The ground is cold; don't sit there and catch a cold."

Zhao Yun'er then came to her senses, quickly wiped away her tears, and stood up in a flustered manner.

She lowered her head, not daring to look at Shangguan Mili, and whispered:

"Thank you so much, senior."

Looking at her obedient appearance, Shangguan Mili's smile deepened.

She turned and walked back to the jade couch, leaning back lazily with one leg casually draped over the edge. Her skirt slipped down, revealing a section of her fair calf.

She propped her head up, looked at Zhao Yun'er, and slowly spoke:

"Since your grandmother is dead..."

She paused, a sly glint in her beautiful eyes:

"Would you be interested in becoming my disciple? Hmm~"

Her voice was charming and seductive, with a slight upward inflection at the end, carrying a hint of bewitching.