Chapter 54

"Could it be that everything is truly beyond recovery? Even a Corpse Brother can have an antidote and turn back into a human. But as for being a White Bone Spirit... can I even be considered human anymore?" Lin Xia thought to herself with bitter self-mockery. She stood blankly upon that desolate land, her eyes brimming with utter despair and helplessness. It was as if her eyes had been instantly submerged by a tide of sorrow. A hazy mist rose within her pupils, resembling the thin morning vapor over a lake, which quickly condensed into tears. The tears welled up in her eye sockets, dampening her long eyelashes. Those lashes clung together, wet and heavy, like blades of grass laden with dew. Her once-ruddy lips began to tremble violently, like a pair of leaves shivering in the biting winter wind, ready to be blown away at any moment. The corners of her mouth drooped downward; she seemed to have a thousand things she wanted to say, yet words were choked in her throat by a overwhelming grief. Her nostrils flared rapidly, and every breath felt like a desperate, agonizing tug at the anguish in her heart, much like a drowning person clutching at a final shred of life.