Yun Chunnuan slowly approached, examining the Blood Jade from every angle.
It was indeed the piece that Lian Qiao had once given her; the intricate patterns, resembling a web of blood vessels, were identical.
She reached out to pull it, intending to remove the Jade Pendant.
Unexpectedly, a soft hand seemed to be hit by a surge of electricity racing from fingertip to full body.
She only felt a moment of dizziness, as if she were being swept into a giant whirlpool.
Spinning and spinning, around and around...
No one knows how long it spun before Yun Chunnuan managed to steady herself.
Upon opening her eyes, everything was pitch black.
She held her forehead with one hand, and after adapting to the darkness, she looked around.
Only to discover she was in a dilapidated temple!
Yun Chunnuan was a bit confused.
Looking down, she saw herself still wearing that blood-soaked white undergarment, the bloodstains long dried, now brown, as if they had been there forever.
