In a haze, Balofi opened her eyes.
The dark red room filled her vision; blood-red runes scattered across the entire hall. The Bone Altar, bathed in the bloody light, shone with a pale hue. An old face, smiling with a deep eerie grin, stared at her in such an environment.
A sudden shock caused Balofi's prior memories to flood back. Her pupils contracted and she tried to jump up.
However, all the mana in her body had been completely sealed, and she merely managed to sit up abruptly.
"Senior Brother, I don't understand your intentions. Have I offended you in any way?" Her expression changed rapidly as she spoke to Wang Zijia.
"Hehe!" Wang Zijia's old face revealed a mocking smile that appeared somewhat demonic and enigmatic under the bloody light.
"You've been caught and brought back by the Patriarch, and you still harbor hope?"
Listening to these scornful words, Balofi's expression changed rapidly, as she wanted to speak again.
"Snap!"
