Being a witch has always been difficult.

Even in the world of cultivation, where everyone can do things that ordinary people can't, you are always looked at askance. You are like a wolf in sheep's clothing to them, a black sheep. Demon spawn, you heard behind your back.

But you did not choose this fate. You did not cause pain, did not make people suffer.

Maybe it's time to start?

There is only destruction behind you. You have become what they call you. Witch. Demon. Enemy.

And he came to stop it.

Earlier, he softened when he saw you. He treated you carefully, almost tenderly. He did not consider you as others thought you were. But all this sank into oblivion.

The tip of Sandu flashed in the air, and the tip touched your chest.

"One more step and I will kill you without hesitation, witch."

He spat the word in your face. Like everyone else.

But all you wanted was love instead of all this insults and hatred.