Above the Cloud Summit.
The soul within the firelight continued to crumble and reassemble, cycling endlessly.
Such spiritual torment was unbearable even for an Immortal Venerable, let alone No-Face, who was merely at the Golden Core Realm.
She couldn't even scream. Her voice had been sealed, making it impossible to roar and vent her agony, which only doubled her pain.
So when No-Face saw Xu Lai arrive, her tormented, twisted face was like a death row inmate seeing a sliver of hope. She slapped her hands against the prison of flames, desperate to get his attention.
"Speak."
The moment Xu Lai spoke, No-Face felt she could talk again. All her arrogance from that afternoon was gone.
She knelt on the ground, weeping as she begged, "Xu Lai, I was wrong! I beg you, be merciful and let me go!"
"That's not what I want to hear," Xu Lai frowned.
"Unless you promise to free me... otherwise... I'll never tell you!" No-Face's voice trembled.
