Saintess Honglian's sneer transformed into a malicious grin as if uttering those words brought her immense relief.
"Originally, you could have died swiftly, but I couldn't bear to let you go, so I turned you into this, allowing you to cling desperately to life, lower than a dog and completely at my mercy. That thought greatly soothes me."
Saintess Honglian stepped forward, extending her slender, pale fingers, and suddenly wiped Jin Jing's face, then lifted them to her eyes and laughed, "Ah, fresh blood, certainly not yours, did you just feast on humans again? How did it taste?"
She frowned, "It stinks of old men, doesn't it? Weren't you always the choosiest? How come you debase yourself like this now?"
