Lying at the edge of the cliff, tears ceaselessly welled up and spilled from her eyes, like pearls falling off a broken string, dropping down the cliffside. Her face was deathly pale, and her chest heaved violently, but those dazzling eyes suddenly ignited with light.
She staggered to her feet, her blue gown swirling around her stately figure like proud bamboo. With her cold gaze, she coldly stared at Dugu Mo's hideously distorted face, emanating an aura as if she were a corpse.
Dugu Mo, looking at the eerily calm Feng Xuxu in front of him, felt as if he were facing the King of Hell crawling out from the depths of hell to claim his soul. A sudden spike of fear raced his heart, and a deep sinking feeling overwhelmed him. Half-rising from where he had fallen, his eyes filled with panic, his body trembling like chaff, he slowly backed away.
