Wei Zifeng survived; Wei Xiyao perished.
Only one of the two could live, and Han Yuqin found such an outcome utterly unacceptable, deeply unacceptable.
Chen Jiangshan stayed by Han Yuqin's side, fearing that despair might overcome her.
Time ticked by slowly, for the vein replacement required no small amount of time. Despite the deadline approaching, there was still enough time.
In the rear hall, the Wei Family Ancestor concentrated intensely, waving his hands which were wreathed in faint spiritual power, light radiating from between his fingers. Wei Xiyao was no longer there; the entirety of the rear hall contained only Wei Zifeng.
The governor and conception vessels within Wei Xiyao's body had been removed, and in an instant, her soul and body vanished, turning to ashes. A gifted descendant not yet fifty years old reduced to such a state, it was indeed regrettable.
This was her fate; if she did not die, Ling Tianyu would never know a day of peace.