Song Yan felt incredibly weak, as if he were burning with fever in a previous life, lying on a bed. The power of that strange tower had not dissipated and continued to invade his body, forcing him to exert force to fight it, while his wounds kept opening and bleeding.
He quickly became a blood-soaked figure, even the rooftop he lay on turned into a pool of blood...
Blood dripped down the slope, fell with a drip-drop into the floodwaters flowing below, and the dense smell of blood spread around.
Pei Xuehan finally reacted, looking at the old freak from the Purple Mansion in the distance. Although she was afraid, she knew that old freak was her last straw to clutch at for survival... even for the Sword Sect.
