"She sacrificed herself to buy time for the others," Jin concluded.
"If only it had worked," Wuyi said, pointing at the footprints.
Jin examined the footprint closely, laying his staff beside it. "Well, well," he murmured, his casual demeanor slightly forced. His complexion had paled considerably. Wuyi remembered how Jin's skin had been dark and fair at the same time when they first met. It turned out it was the result of cultivating some weird method he had found. Over the years, with the help of Wuyi's pure Qi, his complexion had returned to normal.
Jin had a frown on his face. Wuyi couldn't blame him. Despite having seen many dead bodies in this new and short life, this was one of the most gruesome. Part of him wondered if the Lotus Pavilion elder's femininity and the beauty of her hair made her mutilation all the more horrifying. Was it a form of desecration? A deliberate act of sacrilege?
