In another space, Qian Renxue dragged her broken body forward, staggering up to Beiming Lieyang.
Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling both covered their mouths, staring in disbelief at Qian Renxue's horribly exposed bones.
Through sheer, unyielding will, she had dragged her ruined body all the way here.
Just looking at injuries that severe made them feel her pain.
Qian Renxue raised her bloodless face. At the sight of Beiming Lieyang, even her agonizing pain eased somewhat.
She had finally seen her Lord with her own eyes.
Rather than merely sensing him through that glimmer of light she had reached for while sinking into darkness.
"Greetings, my Lord. Please..."
She placed her only intact arm, her right, over her heart and tried to kneel before Beiming Lieyang.
She wanted to beg her Lord's forgiveness for taking it upon herself to use this body, returning her flesh to her mother and severing her arm to sever their bond.
After all, everything she had now should belong to her Lord.
But her legs were drenched in blood, stripped of all flesh.
She had held on with her last breath of strength, wanting to reach Beiming Lieyang, see him with her own eyes, and beg forgiveness for her transgression.
But the moment she relaxed, her body could no longer hold out, and she pitched forward.
"Ah..."
Beiming Lieyang sighed and casually raised his hand.
Qian Renxue's falling body was slowly lifted upright, and the bleeding stopped.
"Greetings... my Lord."
The power of light flowed through her body, bringing a trace of color back to Qian Renxue's face.
"Do you regret it?"
Beiming Lieyang gazed into Qian Renxue's mismatched gold and crimson eyes.
The Qian Renxue of the original story had been an incredibly complicated and absurd character.
A seraphim martial soul, with innate soul