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The day we met again after I left him for dead seven years ago, a poisoned sword cut me deep. Now I had seven days to live. And him? The guy who used to be nothing special just won the biggest tournament in the world. He's officially the number one sword cultivator. Some disciples from our old sect recognized me. "That's the wretched woman right there! Back then, Adrian risked his life to save her, and what did she do? She dumped his body in the wilderness and ran off with some guy who had better swordsmanship." "Joke's on her though. Adrian didn't just come back from the dead—he's now the greatest swordsman alive. And he's got the most beautiful girl in the Southern Realm as his girlfriend." "Look at her now. Zero cultivation base. Completely useless. That's what karma looks like." The disciples got more and more pissed. They drew their swords and charged at me. I didn't bother dodging. I was going to die soon anyway. They had no idea why I'd lost all my cultivation base while Adrian Knight came back to life and became a legend. Seven years ago, I ripped out my own rare Ice Spirit Root and planted it inside him.