Hearing Yin Ji's voice, Chen An and Han Shuiyi, who were on the bed, were stunned.
'Yin Qingyan wasn't dead?'
'How was this possible?'
'Her soul clearly dissipated, and her body was beginning to rot…'
After regaining his senses, Chen An quickly put on his clothes and teleported to Yin Ji's room.
Han Shuiyi was even more curious than him. She casually wrapped herself in a thin sheet and was about to get out of bed, put on her shoes, and teleport over.
However, as soon as her feet landed, she felt her slender legs go limp and she fell to her knees with a plop.
In the past nine days, Chen An had been too ruthless to her.
He tortured her almost non-stop every day.
Even though she was a Cultivator at the ninth level of the Tribulation Transcendence Realm, she felt that her legs were crippled.
It was numb and painful. She couldn't even walk.
