Li Feng's heart jump.
The moment Lan Suyao spat out a mouthful of blood, the entire room's temperature seemed to drop.
Her usually flawless face turned deathly pale, and her aura which had been steadily rising earlier suddenly now twisted into chaotic, violent turbulence.
"Senior Lan!" He lean down instantly, one arm wrapping around her waist to support her collapsing body.
Blood continued to trickle from the corner of her lips, staining her pale chin and dripping onto her still exposed, heaving breasts.
But Lan Suyao didnt seem to care about her injury as her's eyes widened with shock and fury.
Her slender fingers gripped the armrest so tightly that cracks spread across the wood.
"Twisted... Harmony...!" she hissed once more, her voice trembling with bone-deep hatred.
Inside her soul sea, the situation had already turned catastrophic.
The once pure white space had fractured like shattered glass.
