Chapter Five: The Third Course Prohibition

“So you had Zhixia's last blood,” Wen Qi said. “No wonder I couldn't find it when I searched her corpse.” At the word corpse, Zhiwei's hunger sharpened into pain. Every reflected version of her raised its head. Only the oldest ignored Wen Qi and watched the needle in Gu's hand. Her lips formed one word: Now. Gu Chenzhou drove the needle into Zhiwei's chest.