"BLECH—!"
Bei Lingyin spat out a mouthful of blood, her face pale. She braced herself against the wall to keep from collapsing pathetically to the ground.
Her Heart Eye Divine Abilities had backfired, inflicting severe damage on her Divine Soul. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she had lost half her life.
'Damn it! What kind of deathtrap is this Cold Palace Sword Mansion? How could it be so dangerous!'
Bei Lingyin had roamed the Jianghu for years and thought herself fully fledged. She believed her skills in Stealth and assassination allowed her to come and go from any Sacred Land as she pleased. Never had she imagined she'd nearly capsize in a small, shabby mansion in the middle of nowhere.
This whole ordeal made her too scared to go looking for Qing Yueqiu anymore.
