Sustaining wound upon wound, Qianye could hardly even stand up. Yet he struggled little by little and managed to prop himself up against the wall. He then moved himself slowly to block the door, almost falling down several times along the way.

The traces of blood from the wall to the door were a ghastly sight to see.

“If you really want to die, I don’t mind helping you.” There was no pain or concern in her eyes, only coldness.

“Where is Nighteye?”

There was another fluctuation in her eyes. Moments later, she pointed at her blood core and said, “She’s here, if you insist she is the actual Nighteye.”

Nighteye’s figure appeared in Qianye’s eyes, and this time, the Monroe princess did not react, allowing her figure to grow clearer. However, the results silenced Qianye because there was neither a change in her body nor her blood energy—this was still the woman he loved deeply. But where was her spirit? Is she still the same person?

“What exactly is going on?”

“I merely awakened. The Nighteye you know is only this body’s instinct while I was asleep. Do you understand now?” Nighteye seemed impatient at...