When enemies meet, envy flares. Seeing the person who caused her demise, Bai Lan's mind was consumed by a single thought: to end her.
In the blink of an eye, she floated before Mrs. Luo. Yet, as her hand was about to touch her neck again, her body suddenly stiffened, and she turned sharply.
There, she saw Zhouzhou's sword resting on the umbilical cord connecting to the infant spirit.
With a gentle swing, the only link between them could be severed. Even in her blinded rage, Bai Lan instinctively sensed the danger.
Zhouzhou gazed at her, furrowing her brow earnestly. "Auntie, if you don't cease, I will act."
Realizing the dire consequences if she persisted, Bai Lan's bloodshot eyes gradually receded as she fixed her gaze on the infant spirit, the hatred within her gradually waning.