No one knew how much time had passed before the raging bloodlust in Fen Ling's chest finally subsided.
The urge to spit blood ceased, and she regained her composure.
At this moment, the only thought in her mind was: When would Feng Xi finally arrive?
The Heavenly Silkworm had absorbed the Master's blood—it could be preserved for half a month. As long as Feng Xi made it in time, there was still a glimmer of hope to reverse everything.
Fen Ling closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying hard to calm herself down.
When she opened her eyes again, the scarlet in her pupils had cooled.
She turned around, and the sight made her heart leap with terror.
The maid lay lifeless on the ground, motionless.
That body… that body had become unrecognizable, deformed and mangled, as though it had rotted completely.
A pool of blood spread across the floor, all of it flowing from her body.
Fen Ling lowered her head and glanced at her boots—all smeared with blood.
