He could feel it now—an invisible force, something dark and ancient, pushing him away from her, from this place. His body didn't want to be near her. The burn in his chest wasn't just physical; it was spiritual, pulling him toward something deeper. Something old. Something malevolent.
Being no saint, An Xiaoning was sure to get revenge where it's due, though she would not forget to repay kindness bestowed upon her either.
