Unlike Feng Xue’er, the sorry-looking Lin Qingrou cried out, “Master… Master, you’re finally here…”

“...” Feng Xue’er’s eyebrows sank yet again.

Lin Qingrou’s horrific appearance caught all three of her companions off guard. The woman was so desperate that she had even blocked out her burned outfit and her wounds temporarily from her mind, and pointed a finger at Feng Xue’er, “It’s her! It’s that bitch… tear her apart… quickly, tear her apart, ...