Presently, inside the room.
A maiden sat, cross-legged; her slender hands smooth as jade, rested on her thighs, her long white hair flowed down like a waterfall.
Her eyebrows were long and finely crafted, her eyes sparkled like stars, her lips were like flower petals - fascinating and pinkish, slightly downturned at the corners, tinged with a hint of cold disdain.
Her entire face was delicate and exquisite; she was spectacularly ethereal, without any trace of worldly impurities.
Nonetheless, it was this woman who suddenly spat out a mouthful of bright blood, her face turned pale, and she fell unconscious onto the floor.
Ren Feifan, standing outside the door, pondered for a moment and then decided to go in anyway, despite her refusal.
The failure of a breakthrough could be a significant setback. The higher the level, the more substantial the impact it would have on the individual.
Although the woman inside didn't want him to enter, urgent situations called for drastic measures.