Tenth Floor, room 1001.
Bang!
A hurried, muffled slam sealed room 1001 completely, cutting off Luo Xian's retreat.
The thick red fog that had already settled throughout the room rose again in the eleventh minute marked by the Feather Pen.
This time, it surged far more violently than before.
Amid the eerie red fog, the temperature in room 1001 abruptly soared, as though a fire had ignited, its warmth carrying an extreme intensity.
As Luo Xian turned her head, subtle changes appeared around her brows and eyes. This time, she no longer concealed them.
The upper half of her face showed obvious distortion and unease, its features shifting incorrectly. A slender scar had suddenly appeared above her right eyebrow, standing out starkly.
This was clearly not Luo Xian's exquisitely refined face. It looked more like... half of another face had been seamlessly grafted onto her original features.
With that half-face's appearance, Luo Xian's entire bearing lost its former serenity and elegance. The scar above her brow lent her a viciousness that did not belong to her.
"The sin object has been affected!"
The supernatural power had returned, and the situation had changed completely.
Unable to retreat, she cautiously pressed close to the window, keeping the entire room under watch with a broad field of view.
The red fog rose like thick smoke. The perceived temperature climbed sharply, bringing an unnatural tightness to her chest.
Visibility in room 1001 became narrow and confined.
As her gaze shifted, she seemed to catch clues she had never noticed before.
Standing by the window with the whole room in view, she suddenly realized that an eerie human face existed within it!
The face lay horizontally across room 1001, as though reclining.
Xie Zheng's corpse, its heart and lungs gouged out, stood rigidly in place.