The Nether.
“I never wanted to refine Minghe, so why are you beating around the bush… no, it’s practically a straight-up warning.” Yu Zhenren let out a dry laugh. “Honestly, I never expected you and Minghe to be so close now.”
Meng Qingying lowered her voice. “She’s been wronged. People say it’s mutual love and killing, but where’s the ‘mutual’? In the past life I wanted to conquer her; in this life I was the one trying to kill her first… she’s always been passive. Now even Yaoguang has apologized to Liusu. I was thinking maybe I should apologize to Minghe too. And I certainly won’t let anyone harm her.”
Yu Zhenren chuckled. “The Nether River is really just the manifestation of a plane’s will. If she had an independent will, wouldn’t the Nether itself be able to get up and walk away? Imagine a plane or a planet packing up and running off — doesn’t that suit the taste of you lot perfectly?”
Meng Qingying couldn’t help smiling. “Master, your mood doesn’t seem as bad as I thought.”