The streets were dim, littered with discarded glass bottles that once held low-grade nutrient solution, as well as various cans and trash bags.
Jiang Zheyu returned to perform Spiritual Purification for the Beastmen she had visited before. However, she did not come as herself, having disguised her appearance instead.
Jiang Zheyu, clad in a black, hooded cape, stood before the home she had first visited yesterday. Just as she reached the door, she heard heart-wrenching cries of pain from within. Her hand, which she had raised to knock, hesitated for a moment. 'The Beastman inside suffers the agony of a spiritual power injury every day.'
Inside the room, the space was cramped and low-ceilinged, and a dim yellow light flickered unsteadily.
