The path ahead was gloomy and chilling. Amidst the bamboo shadows, the faint chirping of insects could be heard.
Yu Zhizhi had scraped her knee, and a piercing pain shot through it with every step. She grit her teeth, limping as she hurried toward the study's front courtyard.
However…
She was simply too slow.
Without having awakened her spiritual power, she couldn't even outrun an ordinary Beastman.
She glanced back and saw a shadowy figure closing in on her, a blood-stained thin sword in hand. The young man's smile was a strange, indistinct blur.
A sob escaped her.
'How did Count Gray become so terrifying? Was his usual demeanor just a disguise?'
'He deceived everyone!'
Yu Zhizhi's thoughts were still on Ping'an, terrified that something had happened to him. Tears welled in her eyes, a few drops swept away by the wind as she ran.
The long path seemed to stretch on forever.
THUMP!
Yu Zhizhi tripped on a stone and collapsed to the ground.
