Lu Ying felt as if all the bones in her body had shattered, lying limp on the ground, her cheeks burning with pain.
At some unknown time, the sky had turned gloomy.
A light rain came unexpectedly, starting with just a few droplets.
But soon it intensified, the pitter-patter of rainwater fell on the ground, stirring up dust and becoming muddy, splashing on her body and face.
In the curtain of rain, she struggled to raise her eyes.
In the distance, she saw a figure in a moon-white long robe, walking towards her step by step, enlarging in her pupils.
The next moment.
The figure stopped in front of her, reaching out a pair of long, alabaster, well-jointed hands, brutally dragging her hair, ignoring her intense pain and struggle, as if lifting a dead dog, dragged her up from the ground.
A warm and jade-like voice sounded softly in her ear.
"Do you believe me, that even if I kill you here, your father in the Nirvana Realm wouldn't dare to seek revenge?"
