Lin Luoran almost rushes out of Aunty Li’s house like smoke. She jumps on her car but fails to turn on the ignition because her hands are trembling.

Her whole body is also shaking. Lin Luoran now forgets that she is a cultivator. Her natural sense of helplessness entangles her like seaweed in the deep sea. The more she struggles, the tighter it becomes. She can barely breathe now.

Lin Luoran was having lunch in Aunty Li’s house just now. Aunty Li’s son who ...