Dazed

"Come...come…"

That blood red robed woman was moving backwards, as her pale hands were beckoning Feng Jiu towards her, her slanted eyes fixated on her as if trying to pry deep into her soul.

Perhaps it was the self confidence in her own ability that she had no doubts and would never expect that the girl who was following her like a puppet was actually out of her control. Afterall, in her eyes, a person dressed like one from the slums was insignificant in her eyes.

In her perspective, this girl was just like the others, they were all here to sacrifice themselves for her, there could be no exception.

Feng Jiu continued walking on in a daze, as if she had lost her soul but she was actually secretly scanning the surroundings. She found that the strange withered old man was not the least bit concerned about her arrival and did not cast any attention on her at all.