Before Bai Ya could even react, an immense pain suddenly shot through her chest.
A thick vine burst from the ground, instantly piercing through her chest.
It then gave a violent tug, ripping her heart clean out of her body.
Trailing shattered blood vessels and nerves, it traced a grisly arc through the air.
Bai Ya stared down in a daze, her eyes vacant as she looked at her own chest.
Where her ribs and skin should have been, there was now only a gaping, bloody hole.
Her pupils dilated. Her lips trembled as if she wanted to say something.
In the end, she could only close her eyes helplessly.
The vine spun and twisted violently, crushing the heart into a mangled pulp.
Then, the vine snapped off on its own, turning to ash that scattered in the wind.
A new vine gently poked out from the ground, stretching out before Chu Jing.
Chu Jing looked down, gazing at it for a moment.
Then, she reached out with her slender fingers and gently caressed its supple surface.
