Bab 500: The Tricks of Fate

Putting away his flying sword, Su Zimo descended slowly and silently into the courtyard.

He headed forward and pushed the door open.

Instantly, he was welcomed with a suffocating medicinal smell.

Within it was a hint of a woman's fragrance and a faint flowery scent.

Frowning, Su Zimo strode inside.

A woman laid down on the bed silently with her eyes shut. Her face and lips were pale and she was covered in a large blanket, breathing weakly.

Arriving before the bed, Su Zimo looked at the woman quietly without any joy nor sadness internally.

The woman was reeking with the aura of death.

Her pulse was weak and her organs were starting to fail.

Even an immortal wouldn't be able to save her at this point!

Eight years.

Who would have thought that the impressive young girl selected by an immortal eight years ago would end up in such a state.

This was how fate loved to play tricks.