Feng Qianye had never dreamed that she would have her head severed today—and inside her own cave abode, filled with mechanisms and formations.
But when her head went flying, she immediately understood that this was reality.
Many things seemed unimaginable, but that did not mean they would not happen.
At the same time, Feng Qianye understood that with her head and body separated, she would completely die within moments. There was no saving her!
With only her head remaining, she had lost control over her body. She could still use one Art Method: self-detonating her head.
But everything had happened so suddenly, so suddenly that she had not made the slightest preparation. Things had been going perfectly well—why had they suddenly turned out like this?
If she had known this would happen, why had she set her sights on Feng Wei, someone who did not belong to her? She clearly had Feng Yu'er. As long as she waited another hundred years, entering the Integrated Body Realm would have been certain! In cultivation, one should not be greedy, nor should one be impatient! Yet it was too late to say any of that now.
Was this the will of Heaven? Perhaps!
This world was always full of surprises, full of reversals! Just when someone was about to succeed, when they were at their proudest, a heaven-shaking reversal would leap out and smack them down from on high into the dust.
It was like playing mahjong. You were clearly closest to completing your hand, convinced you were about to win, yet the tile you needed simply refused to come no matter what...
And that was reality!
As Feng Qianye's expression darkened, she struggled to roll her eyes toward Su Hao, who was sheathing his blade and walking over at an unhurried pace.