Chapter 1272

For some time now, Zhao Ziying's heart had felt heavy. She did not know who she was, nor did she know the meaning of her own existence. She had no childhood memories, and not the slightest impression of her parents, as if she had simply popped out of a stone. Ever since she could remember, she had lived in the Underworld. Her childhood was filled with slaughter. Whether dealing with the human race or wandering ghosts and fierce spirits, whenever a superior assigned a task, she completed it immediately and without compromise.