Time slowly passed.
In the silent room, occasional murmurs escaped Jiang Qinglan's lips, as if speaking in her dreams.
There she lay on the ground, writhing incessantly like a snake demon just transformed into human form, her skin pale white tinged with crimson. The room chill as an ice cellar, yet she was drenched in fragrant sweat.
"Little Zhe... I can't take it any longer..."
"How much longer are you going to be?"
Sun Zhe's entire Yang Qi was stored within her, making her feel as though she were thrown into a furnace, undergoing torturous refining. Luckily, her cultivation realm was high, and her physique strong enough; if it were anyone else, they might have been burned alive by now.
But even someone as strong as her couldn't hold on for much longer.
Once she reached her limit, she would either become a soulless creature driven by carnal desires, or perish in flames.
"Crack."
