A normal person could never have a face like that. So the First Lady was a disciple too, and she'd been severely corrupted—so much so that her body had become grotesquely deformed.
Just as Zhang Qizheng was wondering whether he should get away from Shecainv and go to the real First Lady, his left wrist suddenly tightened. A terrifying chill unlike anything he'd ever felt enveloped him in an instant.
He froze. Shecainv had stopped in front of him and reached out her right hand, gripping his wrist tightly.
Her two lifeless eyes slowly shifted until they settled on Zhang Qizheng's panicked face.
"Name."
The woman's pale lips moved, and she uttered the two words without a trace of emotion.
Zhang Qizheng couldn't help but freeze. Then the woman spoke again. "Name. The name that belongs to me."
This time, Zhang Qizheng heard clearly. Shecainv was asking for her own name. But... how could he know Shecainv's name?
During their brief interaction earlier, Shecainv had seemed to want nothing to do with anyone. She hadn't said a word about her past.
Zhang Qizheng stammered, unable to get a single word out. At the same time, something even more terrifying happened. The First Lady behind Shecainv hadn't stopped; she was still approaching him at the same pace, one step at a time.
The sudden turn of events had completely thrown Zhang Qizheng's plans into disarray. There was no way he could escape now, and he could only imagine what would happen once the First Lady reached him.
The only way out was to answer Shecainv's question. But now that the moment had come, with the First Lady closing in on him, Zhang Qizheng's mind was a complete mess.
"Name."
"The name... the name that belongs to me."
Shecainv's voice seemed to