“Face rotted” was absolutely not Wen Jiayin exaggerating. Ye Wei’s “face” had really rotted.
The fine drizzle falling from the sky landed on her body and only made the spiritual power in her circulate more smoothly, even faintly increasing. For a cultivator, this was a rare treasure.
But what is honey to you is… poison to others.
No, to be precise, not just poison—more like sulfuric acid. For demonic cultivators, this rain that could cleanse demonic qi was no different from a sulfuric acid storm.
The face she had forged using a demonic artifact melted away under the rain,...
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