Ten minutes earlier, the unconscious Tan Qingying’s fingers twitched slightly in the Corpse Emperor’s Lair. Only a faint glimmer of clarity remained at the center of her brow. Her entire body was as dark as ink, as though it had been sculpted from black stone. Her aura was weak. but stable.  0

On the other hand, Tan Zhenwei was bored out of his mind. He had been here for days, but he remembered his ‘son’s’ instructions before leaving, so he stayed behind, watching over Tan Qingying, this so-called ‘daughter-in-law,’ with begrudging patience.  0

With nothing else to do, his mind often wandered into strange and absurd places. Several times, blurry images flickered in his head, like a broken television screen flashing chaotic signals. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't recall what those images meant.  0

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