A biting chill penetrated from the limbs and bones into the Dantian, where the spiritual platform was already a broken ruin.
Su Qingli's consciousness was floating in severe pain, and in her ears was the crisp sound of the wind chimes on the golden nanmu palace beams, mixed with the vague whispers of the crowd below.
She was carried on a broken wooden board and thrown on the cold floor tiles of the Su family's meeting hall like a dead dog.
Her eyes struggled to focus, and the first thing that caught her eye was the pretty face of her concubine Su Waner.
Acting, really good at acting. Oscar owes you a statuette.
"Sister, how could you... How could you collude with those evil cultivators in an attempt to steal the sect's spiritual power?" Su Wan'er's voice was full of just the right amount of grief. She opened a letter in her hand, and the handwriting was a perfect imitation, "Wan'er knows that my sister's spiritual root has been abolished, and she is unwilling to accept it, but she can't go down this wrong path!"
