“Yao...Yaoyao?!”

Zhou Yuan hugged Yaoyao’s body, feeling the coldness that spread from it. His complexion instantly turned deathly white, and his voice began to quiver as panic filled his eyes.

“Master Cang Yuan!”

Cang Yuan’s figure had already flashed over before his voice could fade. Yaoyao’s body slowly floated into the air, her fair skin filled with cracks.

These cracks covered her entire body, making Yaoyao appear akin to a fractured porcelain doll. ...