In the Supreme Palace of Parus.
Frederic Qin stood in the middle with a pale face. He was once lofty and elegant, but he seemed extremely lonely at this moment.
"Frederic, you've become a wreck. Your Energy Field is broken, and your cultivation is lost. You shouldn't stay in Parus any longer!"
"You know that Parus is one of the three major sects in Yulsland, and our disciples are all geniuses. Since you have become a wreck, you are no longer qualified to stay in our sect. I hope you can leave the sect as soon as possible and never return to the Parus Mountains again!"
The great hall of the Supreme Palace was resplendent, magnificent, and well-decorated. However, Frederic only felt like he was drowning helplessly in a black abyss of despair.
He listened to the seniors' cold and dignified voices, and his face became even paler. He suddenly sneered, clenched his fists, and said unwillingly.
"You want to expel me because my cultivation is lost?"
"Why didn't you ask me how I lost my cultivation?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a brief silence in the hall.
But soon, a senior shouted with an even colder voice, "A wreck is a wreck. Even if you have countless reasons, none of them can change the fact that you've become a wreck!"
Frederic smiled helplessly.
Suddenly he felt that everything he had done in the past was too meaningless even to mention it.
Frederic was an orphan. When he was five years old, he was taken to Parus to practice martial arts. He was very talented and practiced with great effort, and he became a martial arts genius of the Outer Sector within ten years.
For a moment, he was in the limelight. Even the disciples who joined Parus before him would show him respect.
However, Frederic did not become arrogant because of his achievement. Instead, he worked even harder. He treated Parus as his home; the elders and fellow disciples were his families.
He believed that if he worked hard enough, one day, he would eventually make Parus carry forward and become famous in Yulsland.
But now, it seemed to be just an illusion.
Frederic shook his head and couldn't help but laugh at himself.
Five days ago, he accidentally fell into the trap set by a hostile sect when he tried to get back a long-lost treasure for Parus. As a result, his Energy Field was crushed, and he became a wreck.
Even so, he still successfully brought back the treasure.
But he didn't expect the seniors completely ignore his effort. Today, they even wanted to kick him out of the sect.
"Frederic, leave Parus right now!"
"We don't need a wreck!"
The seniors probably felt that they had been offended by Frederic's words. They shouted angrily, and their voices echoed in the Supreme Palace.
However, at this moment, Frederic wasn't scared at all. His pale face was once again lofty, and a trace of coldness appeared in his eyes. He stared at the seniors behind the heavy curtains and then left the Supreme Palace.
The view outside the Supreme Palace was stunning. There were endless mountains, beautiful rivers, and tall ancient trees over the hills. Many purple-golden pillars stood around the palace, with clouds lingering above them. The buildings were colorful and splendid. Even though this view couldn't compare with paradise, it was still a delightful scene in the mortal world.
Frederic could not be more familiar with this view. He had stayed here for fifteen years and always had an affection for it.
But now, the more he looked at this view, the lonelier he became.
The view was the same, but he wasn't the same person anymore.
Everything that used to be lively and prosperous was now so desolate and sad.
"Frederic? Why are you staring blankly in front of the palace?"
A handsome disciple in a robe walked toward him and asked mockingly.
Frederic was startled and came back to his senses. He turned to look at the disciple and frowned suddenly.
It was Fitch Lu, one of his fellow disciples.
Frederic knew very well that Fitch was a wolf in sheep's clothing. In the past, Fitch often pretended to be obedient and defied him in secret.
"What's wrong?"
"Fitch, are you here to laugh at me?"
Frederic looked at him coldly, and his tone was as clear and confident as usual.
Fitch hated Frederic's indifferent look, but he still pretended to smile and said, "Frederic, you took care of me before, but now you are at the bottom. How can I laugh at you?"
Then, he jeered, "I just want to ask how the seniors will heal your broken Energy Field."
Frederic ignored him, knowing that Fitch was asking on purpose to insult him. He took a step forward and prepared to leave.
But Fitch quickly stopped him and said with a sinister smile, "Frederic, what's the matter? Why don't you want to talk? Did the seniors expel you from the sect?"
Fitch's tone was pretentious and disgusting.
Several disciples next to Fitch were somewhat disgusted with his behavior. One of them sighed and said, "The situation has changed. Frederic used to be so lofty and powerful, so Fitch followed him every day and flattered him. Now that Frederic has lost all his cultivation, Fitch insulted him on purpose."
The disciple shook his head sadly.
Frederic had treated them very well, and they all felt sorry when they saw Fitch was bullying him.
"Get out of my way."
Frederic said coldly.
Fitch stopped being pretentious and said gloomily, "You're so arrogant. Do you still think that you're the previous Frederic?"
"Let me tell you, you're a wreck now, a piece of trash that can't even be compared to the weakest disciple of the sect."
Frederic's expression suddenly turned cold as he clenched his fists.
"Wow." Seeing his reaction, Fitch smiled disdainfully and said, "You are a wreck now. You want to beat me?"
"Come on, I'll stand right here, and you can beat me if you want. I'd like to see if you have the guts."
Fitch stretched his neck and even patted his own cheek provocatively.
Frederic was furious, but the next second, he suppressed his anger. His heart trembled, and his mind went blank. His tightly clenched fist was forced to loosen, and his gaze was desolate.
He suddenly realized that he was almost no different from ordinary people now. He was not qualified to fight with Fitch at all.
Fitch burst out laughing and felt satisfied. All the suppression he had suffered before had been vented at this moment.
When the others saw them, they fell silent and sighed.
Frederic lowered his absent-minded face and prepared to leave.
However, Fitch was still not satisfied enough. He flashed and blocked Frederic's way again.
But at this moment, a girl said coldly, "Fitch, let him go."
Her voice was clear, pleasant, and dulcet, like the pearls falling into a silver plate, which made people feel delightful and relaxed.
Everyone was stunned. They immediately looked over and saw a young woman.
She was as beautiful as a flower. Her face was beautiful but cold, and her temperament was extraordinary. Her attractive eyes were full of vitality, as if the aurora was born inside them.
She was wearing a jade-colored robe, which made her elegant and lively.
She was a fairylike woman who didn't seem like she belonged to the mortal world. But she had a uniquely soft look on her face, which made her seem more easygoing.
"Yetta Jian! Why is she here?"
"Yetta is the most beautiful woman in the Outer Sector. She is known as the fairy of Parus!"
Seeing her coming over, the disciples instantly burst into an uproar as if they were at a fan meeting.
Fitch was even more excited than the others. He immediately let go of Frederic and greeted Yetta with a smile.
Among the crazy crowd, Frederic was the calmest. He looked down instead of looking at Yetta.
"Hello, Yetta." Fitch became pretentious again and bowed gracefully.
Yetta just nodded to him and then walked to Frederic.
Fitch was quite unhappy, but he did not say anything. He stood still and looked at Yetta quietly.
Yetta had a nice figure. When she walked, the freezing aura around her made her even more aloof.
She walked up to Frederic elegantly and looked at him. Her eyes were cold, but when she was Frederic's broken look, she couldn't help but feel pity for him.
She and Frederic were recognized as a perfect couple. In the Outer Sector, one was a genius, and the other was the most beautiful disciple. Both had high cultivation and outstanding appearance, making them a perfect match.
But now, Frederic had suddenly lost all his cultivation and become a wreck.
As a result, Yetta became far beyond reach for Frederic.
Frederic looked up and had a strange feeling when he saw his former lover's cold eyes. He pretended to be calm and said, "Why are you here?"
"I'll see you off for the last time."
Yetta had no emotion on her cold face, as if she was talking to a stranger.
Frederic's face darkened.
In the past, when Yetta was as passionate as fire, she vowed to follow him anywhere and promised that they would become a perfect couple.
But now, she was as cold as a passer-by, and there was no emotion in her expression or words.
In the end, their relationship was all for nothing.
Frederic sighed and said nothing more. He left Parus alone under the complicated gazes of the crowd.
Yetta saw him walk away, yet she was still emotionless, and her eyes were cold as always.
It was hard to tell what was hiding in her eyes. Was it disdain, dislike, or unwillingness...
