Murong Fu slowly opened his eyes, feeling an agonizing soreness throughout his entire body, as if he had been trampled by thousands of horses. He looked down to see his arms and limbs covered in fine, dense cuts, the blood already congealed into dark, crusty scabs. It was late into the night; the bonfire before him burned fiercely, reflecting against the shimmering stars above and signaling the depths of the darkness.
Beside the fire, a figure sat silently, also wearing a veil and shrouded in a mysterious black gauze. She was focused on adding wood to the flames, carefully tending the bonfire to make it burn more brightly. Seeing this, a wave of joy surged in Murong Fu’s heart. Thinking that Sister Ning had not yet left, he spoke up: "Sister Ning, it’s truly wonderful that you haven’t left."
However, the figure’s movements suddenly paused, and she slowly turned her head. Through the black gauze came a cold, icy voice: "Cult Master Murong, just how many 'good sisters' do you have?" The voice was filled with accusation and dissatisfaction.
Chapter 166