The blade was ice-cold.
The piercing wound brought excruciating pain.
Zhou Yuantong, however, seemed to feel nothing. Her body went limp, losing all strength as she collapsed to the ground. Her dazed eyes stared at the figure behind her.
The wound on her body was nothing compared to the pain in her heart.
"Ugh…"
She lowered her head, looking at the blade in her chest. Her eyes were bloodshot, it was impossible to tell with anger or sorrow, and her voice was faint.
"Why?"
"Why?" Zhu Ju sneered.
"As I thought, you don't understand. A Furnace Tripod can bite back. I, too, can use you to become a Dao Foundation Cultivator."
"The Dao Foundation!"
"A Dao Foundation Cultivator lives for three or four hundred years! It's the Realm countless Innate experts dream of. Who wouldn't be tempted?"
"…" Zhou Yuantong lifted her head, tears streaming down her face as she looked at the crazed 'stranger' before her.
"Did you know…"
"I had already given up on living."
