But in the end, paper cannot wrap fire.
Thus, Yao Xiaoling quickly discovered her Dantian was gone.
"Where's my Dantian? Where is my Dantian? Tell me quickly! Tell me quickly!!!"
Yao Xiaoling grabbed a junior sister beside her, shaking her and loudly questioning non-stop. Her heart was filled with both fear and terror.
"Senior sister! Calm down, calm down, will you?"
"My Dantian is gone, how do you expect me to calm down? How do you expect me to calm down?" Yao Xiaoling angrily asked.
She was really going insane, because for her, the Dantian was equivalent to her life; without a Dantian, how do you expect her to live?
"There's no choice now, you being anxious doesn't help!" responded a disciple from Cinnabar Palace.
"No choice? If it weren't for you bunch of traitors not saving me, how would I have fallen to this state?" Fixing her gaze on the junior sisters who hadn't helped her, Yao Xiaoling's eyes were filled with resentment.
