Mirror World, Great Yu Dynasty, the capital.
The estate of Great Elder Fu Ning, a remote and deserted side courtyard.
Li Wei was awakened by waves of scorching heat surging through her body.
Her whole body was limp and powerless, her head unbearably groggy, and everything in her Field of Vision was doubled.
She struggled to sit up in bed, but her arms could not muster even the slightest strength.
The moment she turned over, her entire body rolled uncontrollably off the edge of the bed.
With a thud, she crashed heavily onto the icy floor.
Crash!
The pearls and jade ornaments scattered all over the floor, while her carefully styled cloudlike bun came loose. A few strands of hair stuck disheveledly to her sweat-dampened cheeks.
Creak—
The soft sound of the wooden door opening was exceptionally jarring in the silent room.
Li Wei struggled to lift her head. Through her hazy vision, she saw a man dressed like a wandering martial artist enter.
Her heart lurched in terror, and she opened her mouth to call for help.
But her throat felt as though a lump of burning charcoal had been shoved into it. All she could produce were a few hoarse, broken whimpers, like a kitten's mewling.
The man seemed to be aroused by the sound and hurried toward her impatiently.
Only when he came closer did Li Wei get a clear look at him.
He was a hunchbacked middle-aged man with a head covered in sores, hideously ugly, and he reeked of a nauseating fishy odor.
"Heh heh heh..."
Looking at the woman sprawled on the floor in disheveled clothes, her breathtaking beauty laced with helplessness, the sore-headed man let out a greedy, excited laugh.
"I never would've imagined that in this lifetime, I, Liu San, would get