On the journey to the imperial palace, Shi Luoyi's heart was consumed by hatred and murderous intent.
However, as the moon rose, the clay rabbit she carried leaped onto her shoulder, bathing her in a warm light. Shi Luoyi's mind cleared for a moment, and memories of her past life flooded back.
Huixiang was already dead. Shi Luoyi, eyes bloodshot with madness, had slaughtered every disciple guarding the prison. She had gone bloodthirsty, paranoid and possessed, and only felt the sting of fate's cruelty.