Zhong Qin was still alive.
Clad in her brilliant attire, Zhong Qin was still there.
She no longer screamed.
But those who saw her wished she could make any sound.
Any sound would have been better—screaming, cursing, sobbing…
anything but this silence, this calm!
She floated above the half-collapsed pavilion in the mountain, as if shackled by invisible locks, her face expressionless, disappearing piece by piece starting from her lower legs.
Everyone present could sense her vitality, clearly knowing she was still alive.
But she put up no resistance, no struggle…or had she already resisted?
She was like a painting on the wall, being torn apart by some force.
She was like an abrupt smear in mid-air, gradually being wiped away by a cloth!
What kind of power was this?
What had she disturbed? What had happened here?
Whether it was Dou Min, who had arrived at Chi Yun Mountain with Zhong Qin, or Jiang Wang and Cloud Roaming Elder, none of them moved an inch.
