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'My time is running out?'
'What does that mean?'
'This…'
'Does it mean the time I have left with my own consciousness is running out?'
'And after that, will I become a mindless flesh puppet like Mr. Qian, enslaved for all eternity?'
She stood alone in the center of the vast, empty plaza. The night wind felt particularly desolate.
After her Eldest Senior Brother had also left, she returned to her own dilapidated thatched hut.
Night had fallen, and the sect was quieter than ever before.
Most of the senior brothers and sisters who usually scurried about were nowhere to be seen. Only a few disciples with vacant eyes remained, endlessly repeating their tasks.
Beside the thatched hut, the Sorrow Flower appeared even more brilliant, a faint blue aura once again swirling around it.
Su Ling'er stared at the starlight through the hole in her roof, lost in thought.
'My Contracted Spirit Insects were completely wiped out…'
'And most of them died by my own hand…'
AAAAAH!
