Only a single mistake, yet little did she anticipate that it would unleash such a catastrophic chain of events.
Her once vibrant eyes dulled within moments, her body crumpled, and she struggled to remain upright as blood relentlessly poured from the wound in her belly.
Surrounded by the lifeless bodies of her fellow disciples, she sat there, her gaze drifting across the grim tableau, desperately hoping that one of them would stir, defying the finality of death.
"Senior sister Dai," a husky and low voice emerged from the shadows, seemingly from nowhere. Dai Qing's eyes darted around, seeking the source, until they landed upon one of her comrades lying before her, his broken jaw hanging limply and his tongue protruding.
"S... Senior Sister Dai," he managed to whisper, his eyes barely open, his injuries grave, yet his voice filled with recognition.
