It's unclear how long had passed when the crimson-gold aura gradually dissipated, leaving the cave mansion in an eerie silence.
Shen Hanyi suddenly sat up, the three strands of Blood Phoenix mark between her brows had not yet faded, and there was still a lingering burning heat on her skin.
She looked down at her tattered and broken clothes, then raised her eyes to Zhou Qing, who was close at hand—
"You..." Her voice was cold as ice, and a sharp light appeared at her fingertips. A crystal-clear Ice Sword was already pressed against Zhou Qing's throat, "Courting death?"
Zhou Qing, however, was frozen in place, allowing the biting cold at his neck, yet seemingly unaware, as he tearily looked down at himself.
"It's over, it's really over now," then suddenly looked up at Shen Hanyi, his voice tinged with sobs, "It's all your fault—"
Shen Hanyi: "..."
