Many people wanted to join the Demonic Sect, so there was no shortage of talent.
Lu Xiangyin rose and left the side room.
She took the main seat in the central hall, and a young servant brought over a basin of water for her to wash the blood off her hands.
Just then, Xue Baihua stepped out of the side room, her body stained with fresh blood—clearly from the woman earlier.
Though the woman had survived, she was likely driven mad.
Sparing her might have been more cruel than simply ending her life.
“As a healer, do you think...
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