BANG!
A muffled thud, like a heavy hammer striking her heart. Feng Luoyan's legs gave out, her face turned ashen, and she collapsed onto the cold ground.
Beneath her, the complex and bizarre dark-red contract Array flashed with a faint light for an instant before melting into the void, vanishing without a trace as if it had never been there.
But its disappearance was not the end.
The irreversible shackles were now deeply branded upon her soul.
Feng Luoyan's mind went blank.
She was the most dazzling prodigy of the Wuji Sect's younger generation. Doted on since childhood, she was immensely proud.
She had imagined her defeat countless times—either dying from exhaustion or choosing death over submission, all to defend a master's dignity.
Kill me, but do not humiliate me!
This had always been her creed.
But reality was both absurd and cruel.
When that man's hand, like an iron pincer, had clamped down on her slender neck, and the suffocating shadow of death enveloped her...
