Chapter 132
Author: CABO
last update2026-07-02 23:46:10

The white sand in the private courtyard was stained with dark, black blood.

Lucien stood in the cool night air. He looked at Seraphina. She was sitting on the ground, breathing heavily.

The terrible Qi deviation had stopped, but she still looked incredibly weak. Her face was pale, and her hands were shaking.

"The poison is not completely gone," Lucien said softly. He crossed his arms over his chest. "I pulled the worst of the black sludge away from your heart. You will not die tonight. But the
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