Some encounters, you want but cannot get.
Some encounters, you don't want but can't shake off.
The altar was surrounded by bright white light, enclosing the Little Raccoon like a cage.
"How dare you."
"Do you think you can just walk away if you don't want it?"
"Since you don't cherish the opportunity to become a dragon, don't blame us!"
Due to Little Raccoon's refusal to be deceived, this mysterious voice revealed its true nature.
Whirlwinds rose on the altar.
The wind blades, like deadly knives, slashed towards Little Raccoon's body.
The precious, incredibly tough fur that Jia Xitong wore was sliced in half by the wind blades, leaving her shocked.
The number of wind blades increased.
They appeared from nowhere, attacking from various directions and angles.
Little Raccoon could only rely on instinct to dodge; yet, a wind blade still cut her skin, and blood seeped from the wound, slowly dripping to the ground.
The blood quickly dried upon reaching the altar.
