The bloodstained clothes landed in Leng Mei's fair hands. She had been in a dazed state she could not even describe herself, but now she jolted awake.
The distance of those few steps had seemed like several years to her, unbearably long. She had struggled inwardly the whole way, countless thoughts flashing through her mind.
Should she suddenly slash out with a blade, or lower her head like this? Those brief steps had felt like the most agonizing stretch of her life's journey.
Though she had sensed something beforehand, she had not been certain. Even she herself did not know what her final choice would be, or how everything would turn out.
As the torn garment, streaked with blood, fell over her arm, Leng Mei's snowy, delicate cheeks flushed bright red.
Her heart, tranquil for so many years, could no longer remain calm. The crimson spread from her beautiful, flawless face to her neck, and her entire body grew a little hot.
It was difficult to describe how she felt. Kong Xuan was simply too hateful, even more excessive than she had guessed. He was clearly deliberately plucking at her heartstrings and throwing her emotions into disarray.
Embarrassed and annoyed, she tossed the bloodied clothes back to Kong Xuan, quickly brushing a hand over her face and forcing her turbulent heart to settle down.
"Can't even handle something this small?" Wang Xuan took the clothes and looked at her in surprise. "Your face is red?"
"Whose face is red?!" Leng Mei's heart pounded wildly. Then she circulated her scripture, suppressing it with her cultivation. Next, she used a technique to cool herself down, and the blush on her face faded.
"Then keep washing." Wang Xuan tossed the clothes over again, throwing them onto her.
The lake water was clear and