The autumn wind was bleak, and the moonlight was like gossamer.
Inside the pavilion, Hua Lianyue's face was deathly pale, filled with utter despair.
Even now, she did not understand why her Gu insects, which had clearly entered her master's bloodstream, were ultimately useless, especially the Red Dust Gu.
It was one she cultivated with her own life force and was among the ancient Gu insects.
It should have killed upon contact with blood.
In the end, it was instead controlled by her master and about to backlash against her.
The Red Dust Gu had absorbed an endless amount of worldly qi, and was inherently a Gu of passion and lust.
If she were really bitten by the Red Dust Gu, she might become a slave to the worldly desires, which for her, would be a fate worse than death.
She struggled fiercely, but it was surely nothing more than a foolish dream. Fang Yang was expressionless, his robes fluttering in the wind.
Suddenly, he injected the Red Dust Gu into her body.
