Changtian's heart suddenly sank, and he snapped his fingers. The Changming Lamp on the Black Stone Wall lit up, and the entire floor was instantly illuminated.
So he saw, under the warm light, the corners of her lips slightly curved, such a playful demeanor, it was the expression he was most familiar with after her countless pranks in the past. Her small nose slightly wrinkled, her almond eyes seemingly contained a hint of laughter, yet were frozen with the brilliance of the moment he wielded his sword to cut the Dragon Binding Rope.
That gleam, symbolizing his newfound freedom, was eternally etched in her beautiful eyes.
Changtian was stunned.
Having witnessed life and death, he naturally knew what this meant, and couldn't help but shiver. He quickly took out his inner core and placed it into her mouth, the surging Divine Power still impacting her meridians.
But after a very long time, there was no sign of revival from her.
