Wang Qing had been terrified to the core when facing someone capable of refining her into a Ghost Fiend. It was impossible not to be afraid. Everything she had become was because of this Sorcerer.
Thus, the hatred in her heart could be described as vast and overwhelming.
But when facing someone like this, if she made even the slightest mistake or slipped up, this Sorcerer would absolutely destroy her until not even ashes remained.
No matter what, even an ant struggled to survive, let alone her.
She was a young girl not yet twenty, still at an age of innocence. Though society had already tainted her, she still wanted to see the world and live properly.
So she endured, constantly pretending that the refining process was gradually succeeding.
The process of being refined into a Ghost Fiend was one of utter torment. If someone lacked sufficient willpower, their consciousness would have dispersed long before the refining was complete.
But because of her physique, Wang Qing was exceptionally suited to being refined into a Ghost Fiend. Though she suffered pain like having her tendons pulled and bones extracted, along with agony deep in her soul, and screamed without end, she had still managed to preserve her consciousness.
The Middle-aged Sorcerer did not care about this much. He had conducted many Ghost Fiend-refining experiments, so wails and screams during the process were basically normal.
Some would wail until they lost all signs of life. Others would scream until they lost their minds and began attacking him madly. But as a Sorcerer, he naturally had methods to control them during the refining process, so he had never paid much attention.
It was under such circumstances that Wang Qing kept wailing throughout the process. Just one step away from being successfully refined, the