The appearance of the Heavenly Person Five Decays had no signs, nor was there any means to stop it.
Ji Changxi was horrified to find that her snow-white wrist was visibly withering, her skin wrinkling like the bark of an old tree.
In fact, if a Martial Saint does not wish to drag to the end, they can completely avoid showing such an ugly state upon sitting in meditation.
Therefore, Ji Changxi didn't expect at all that she would have such an encounter.
This was more painful than death.
"Ah." She couldn't help but scream.
"Ji Changxi, why are you crying?" Beside her, Fu Xuan also turned white-haired and cloudy-eyed, then grabbed Ji Changxi's arm.
With Fu Xuan's Qi-Blood assistance, the aging momentum stopped instantly, and her skin recovered significantly.
She decided immediately to sit in meditation straight away, so her death would not be too ugly.
Seemingly, she could still hear Fu Xuan's mocking laughter with pride: "Old hag, you finally died before me."
