Guiweite!

"Ungh."

The moment Xia Lun activated Flesh Sight, the banquet hall's lilting music and whispered conversations became a piercing din that made his eardrums ache.

The marble columns became coils of scarlet sinew, the orderly floor turned into a soft mire of flesh, and even the crystal chandelier became a strange organ that throbbed with every beat.

The King, once so handsome and saintly, had become a mass of rotting flesh studded with black eyeballs and ragged connective tissue, squelching as it crawled forward.

The King wasn't the Forgotten Saint either!

Xia Lun froze, then felt a little relieved.

King Guewen had cured his terminal illness and was Renee's father. Deep down, Xia Lun didn't want to use violence against him. Otherwise, he would have tested him long ago.

His gaze shifted to Renee beside him.

Amid the grotesquely twisted flesh, Renee hadn't changed at all.

Renee held his hand tightly, her fingers intertwined with his. A sweet smile graced her fair, delicate face, as though she were a dream veiled in gauze. Against their surroundings, the faint curve of her lips looked lovelier than ever.

"Squelch."

Suddenly, the King stopped crawling. He stood before a railing that dripped pale mucus, waved the tentacles sprouting from his body, then opened a dozen mouths and let out a noise that made Xia Lun's vision darken.

"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle! Waaaaah!"

Great. The Princess said "Awu," and the King said "gurgle"?

After making that awful joke to himself, Xia Lun endured the noise carving through the folds of his brain and looked down at the banquet hall below.

Lumps of rotting flesh writhed and trembled like a churning sea of maggots. Their joined red skin sagged bit by bit, pulsing blood vessels bulging through the pale fat beneath. The air reeked of blood.