When Wuhui woke up again, darkness enveloped her.
Her whole body was sore and weak, her mind muddled and heavy, as if she had gone through life and death. Yet this rebirth felt extremely uncomfortable.
She also found that her limbs couldn't move, her back against a cold wall, fixed solidly in place.
Suddenly, a beam of light pierced through, sharply stabbing her eyes.
Squinting slightly, she turned her head towards the source of the light.
Her vision gradually cleared, and she slowly saw the man sitting in front of her.
He was a man whose presence resembled that of an Emperor, exuding supreme aura, calm until provoked, then earth-shattering.
She looked at him hopelessly and coldly, her gaze filled entirely with hatred.
"Why not just kill me?" she mustered all her strength to speak to the man sitting before her.
Why keep her alive in such despair and hatred?
If she were to survive, she would make him regret it once she escaped.
