Mo Hua waved his hand casually, and the ink floated in the air, forming Formation Patterns, unraveling the Formation and opening the door.
A more intense and decadent scent of flowers wafted out.
Mo Hua held his breath, walked into the room, and saw Elder Ji.
Elder Ji was lying on the bed, his face pale as wax, his upper body bare, skin slack and clinging to bones, the flesh seemingly drained, while his lower half was continuously bleeding, soaking through half of the bed.
Seeing Mo Hua, he managed a bitter smile, his voice hoarse as he spoke slowly:
"She told me her mother died young, her father liked to gamble, and there was a younger brother to raise, a beauty with a life of hardship could only abandon pride and accompany men for pleasure..."
"There's pride between her brows, and while under me, her expression is one of humiliation..."
"Maybe she was too beautiful, I actually believed it..."
