He Ling knelt on her knees and kowtowed before Shen Xi deeply, “Master… Please... share your guidance with me.”

“He Ling,” Shen Xi sighed softly, “Three years ago you were as alone as a flying duckweed, but hatred had never touched you. So why is it that you’re suddenly filled with hatred?”

“That’s because…” He Ling replied wretchedly, “I still had hope and delusions back then. But now… everyone who told me not to hate, to not give up on hope… are ...