This time, the distance of ten steps was closed due to a pair of eyes that were to be reclaimed.
He came before Arao, "Lift your head."
Arao felt a surge of powerlessness, unable to even feel sorrow anymore, as if something underneath her breastbone had been thoroughly gouged out, empty and never to be recovered.
She lifted her head.
She saw the sword willows twining around his fingers fly out, bringing a blood-curdling, agonizing pain.
The boy who had once brought her light ultimately pushed her back into the darkness with indifference.
For a thousand years, it was as if she had been living in a naive dream.
She had no idea what expression her master wore when he handed back her bloody eyeballs to that Penglai Immortal.
Was there hesitation?
Was there heartache?
After all, the eyeballs belonged to someone else, but the blood on them... was still hers.
She was forcibly taken into the Demon Suppressing Tower.
