C3293 Unforgivable

Zhu Xi's fresh blood lay quietly on the ground, as if announcing the passing of her youth and memories. Yang Ping stared at the blood imprint on the ground and thought that Zhu Xi must have suffered a lot here or been tortured for a long time. Otherwise, with her strength, she wouldn't have given in so easily.

The blood was golden in color, but it exuded an aura unique to the Nine Yin Body