'What kind of bizarre entry requirement is this...?'
'Oh, right. This is a demonic sect. Never mind, then. Anything's possible!'
'Could it be that every disciple they've "dealt with" is buried in this so-called Yin Spirit Institute?'
The moment the jade coffin was carried through the institute's gates, a bone-chilling cold enveloped Su Ling'er, despite the ten-thousand-year-old Warm Jade beneath her.
The surrounding yin energy felt like countless ghostly hands, caressing her—the fresh sacrifice—through the walls of the coffin.
'I'm doomed, I'm doomed!'
'This is so terrifying!!!'
'Should I just "wake up" now?'
'No... If Wang Xiedi's plan fails because of me, then wouldn't I have faked this illness for nothing?'
'I have to endure it!'
'Besides...'
'Erm...'
'It's actually a little bit thrilling... and I'm a little expectant...'
'Yes!'
'This is all for the righteous path!'
'For the salvation of all living things!!!'
