At the same time.
At this moment, Qing Shuang...
Her consciousness had once again returned to the day she and her sister were exiled from the Ghost Race.
The cold rain mixed with mud, and the air was filled with the scent of blood.
She was trapped in a rough wooden cage, imposed with a restriction, completely soaked, and shivering.
But it wasn't from the cold, it was from extreme fear.
She watched in horror as her father...
To protect the sisters, was publicly crushed in the head by the Great Elder of the Ghost Race under the charge of "sheltering the ominous"!
The rain mixed with blood made the atmosphere at the scene even more desperate.
Inside the cage, Qing Shuang's nails deeply gouged into her palms.
Blood flowed down her hands, but she couldn't feel any pain.
Yet at this moment, on the other side...
"Sister! Sister, save me!!"
Fei Yue's fear-filled cries pierced through the veil of rain.
