An ethereal pale figure of a familiar immortal sat on a rock opposite the unconscious female lying a short distance from her. Her pale white lips curled in amusement as she kept throwing small bean-sized rocks at the face of the sleeping immortal.
Each time Xueyao's face would twitch in response, it gave her more pleasure.
The rain had stopped several hours ago, and the sun would rise in a few hours.
It's time to bring her back from the dead and get straight to business.
The bald female mimic of the deceased rose to her feet and stepped closer. She moved her hands before her to cast a spell, directing it toward Xueyao, forcing the girl to regain consciousness.
The mimic snickered and drew back as Xueyao's eyes widened in horror. She quickly turned and vomited whatever was lingering at the back of her throat since she collapsed.
