"Am I too late..."
Luo Bingli's gaze swept across the ground covered in mycelium, over the monster looking up at her, and finally settled on the corpse of the woman with the last name Fu.
Before this, she didn't know her, only having heard the woman's name mentioned in passing at certain events.
A woman of easy virtue.
But now, as Luo Bingli stared at the other's tragically mutilated corpse for a few moments, she couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.
Every great calamity that falls upon the world is a slow and gradual process, sometimes taking a decade, other times taking several, to escalate into an unstoppable disaster.
As a cultivator who had achieved Mortal Transcendence, this woman with the last name Fu could have chosen, like the fat man with the last name Zhou, to play it safe and continue enjoying everything her power offered her.
