One wobbling step at a time, Yuemi stepped past the Evernight Palace's corridors, her glassy eyes still picturing Xinzi's touch, while her mind refused to let go of the deceitful words he used to play her so completely.
"Zhen'er, how cruel of you. But if you think you can get rid of me so easily, then I've spent those 60 years training you for nothing," Yuemi said, and as her psychotic gaze hardened, the Lord-Regent snapped her fingers. Waves of immortal qi swirled at her left, and a tall, pale figure with unkempt hair and an inert face appeared—bowing at Yuemi. The listless figure showed neither emotion nor desire, but in its facial traits, one could recognize an older Baxian—that or a close relative.
"Block the entrance to the catacombs. No one must get to it. But should you fail to stop them, do your best to suppress as many as you can." Yuemi ordered the Wuxin puppet.
