740 Compassion

With his high cultivation, Zhao Li Xin could hear heavy breathing coming from the corner of the room, he could see the silhouette of a woman crouched on the floor. Zhao Li Xin lit an eternal flame, immediately a golden fire hovered above his hands and instantly illuminated the whole room.

Lory saw an old woman squatting down, her long, messy, bird's nest-like white hair falling down her hunched back and part of her hair covering her face, her once luxurious brocade messy, covered in dirt and blood. The old woman muttered the indistinct sound while scratching the floor with the knife repeatedly.