บท 58: The Lone Cave

The Wuji Sect's dungeon was dark, damp and airtight.

Yang Yiting had stayed here all night, she quietly huddled herself in the corner of the dungeon.

The snake venom attacked her systems more intensely. She felt as if her whole body was being roasted in the fire, and her heart felt like there were thousands of ants gnawing at it. She licked her chapped lips, picked up the scalpel and slashed hard on her left arm. Blood immediately flowed from the wound, but the severe pain brought her consciousness back to a sense of clarity.

Thinking of the plan of the sect leader, she felt a little nauseated. So she propped herself up and retched a few times.

Suddenly, a white shadowy figure shot forward from the only small opening on the dungeon wall. Yang Yiting only saw an after image in front of her eyes, and then, there was a fluffy round thing on her chest. She took a closer look and saw that it was the little white fox that was in the jungle last time.