The Ghost King, who had been fierce and formidable just moments ago, now sat on the ground. The malevolent aura that had been radiating from her dissipated entirely, and the terrifying red light in her eyes had vanished. She now looked like nothing more than a pitiable, beautiful woman.
"Why didn't you kill me?"
The Saintess Luoying opened her delicate lips. Her voice was no longer the raspy, mournful wail from before, but clear and melodious, like the song of an oriole.
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