When Li Xuan opened the palace doors, he was immediately met with a floor drenched in fresh blood.
In the center, a woman dressed in golden Twelve-Chapter Robes hung suspended in the middle of the grand hall, her body pierced by numerous silvery-white chains, blood flowing from her like rivers.
Perched around the hall were about two hundred red, sharp-beaked hummingbirds resting on the beams above, mercilessly watching below. A few encircled the woman, pecking at her flesh and blood.
The woman had been in a state of daze until Li Xuan and his companions entered when she slowly regained consciousness, then looking at Lv Qiluo and the others beside her with a trace of astonishment.
Her features were exquisitely beautiful, her skin as pale as snow, and her hair disheveled. Her face, delicate and usually vibrant as peaches and plums, was now as pale as paper.
