That was unmistakably a bloodbath!
Seventy years ago and even until today,
there had never been such an exaggerated example.
On every long road she had traveled, each step had been paved with adversaries—either she stepped on cold corpses or she sacrificed a lifetime's reputation and accomplishments, without exception.
Why did she dare look down on everyone during the association meetings?
Was it because of her unsurpassed theory? Her abundant accomplishments? Or perhaps her lofty status?
None of the above.
There was only one reason, because the number of craftsmen who had died by her hand outmatched those present…
Now, Ye Xian liked to talk sense, not because she had grown old, but because those who didn't talk sense to her had already died out.
