Gathering for Cultivation (31)

Rustling…

There was something moving in the darkness, raising goosebumps.

Ming Shu stood within the darkness. She was in a daze.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

Just as she was moving away from the devils, the entire world started shaking and she fell into this dark place.

It happened in a matter of seconds. It was too fast, I haven't recovered.

"Wu…"

Yan Yin's painful groan brought Ming Shu back to reality. She felt her way toward Yan Yin. Her hands touched a cold mask.

She moved her hands down and grabbed his shoulder. "Are you dead?"

Yan Yin gritted his teeth. "Sorry to disappoint Junior Sister, I am not dead yet."

How can a genius like me die just like this?

Ming Shu helped him up into a sitting position. Yan Yin leaned against Ming Shu and she could feel the warmth from his body—

Cold.

It was so cold it reached into her bones.