Several more days flashed by. Xingxiu's face was utterly haggard now. Her beautiful eyes, once as bright as stars, were unfocused and dull, and her once lustrous, silky silver hair had grown somewhat disheveled. The anguish in her heart over these past few days had felt even worse than the inhuman torment she had suffered before.
In the past, even after she had been reduced to a cripple, the pride and nobility that radiated from her very bones had never faded. Her resolve had remained unshakable. Her recovery of her talent and cultivation had been inseparable from that tenacity. Had she simply fallen into despair after being crippled and never ventured beyond her clan, she could never have activated the pitch-black Earthen Jar left behind by her ancestor.
Yet now, Xingxiu looked utterly worn down, nothing more than a weak, helpless woman. In the past, she would never have displayed such a demeanor, no matter when or what predicament she faced. Now, however, Hun Changqing had transformed her into someone entirely different from her former self.
Over these past few days, the urgent desire in Xingxiu's heart had already begun to suppress her murderous intent and hatred toward Hun Changqing.
To her surprise, she had begun to hope that Hun Changqing would return soon. Only when he returned could she forget everything and immerse her mind in that brutality she could neither resist nor withstand, sparing her heart this constant anguish and granting her a temporary escape from its torment.
But as time passed, the wooden door remained deathly still, without the slightest sound coming from it. The anticipation in Xingxiu's heart gradually turned to disappointment, then to the resentment she felt now. A rancorous aura, almost tangible, emanated from her body.
This heavy resentment was several times more intense