Sighing deeply, Lin Zifeng turned away, deciding not to take another glance. Just as he was about to wake up the unconscious Dongfang Ziyue, the ancient wooden door creaked open, and Dongka, clad in white robes, slowly walked in.
As soon as he entered, Dongka's gaze landed on Dongfang Ziyue, who was leaning against the stone wall, her delicate figure drawing his concern. He gasped and hurriedly rushed forward.
"Ziyue, are you alright? Lin Zifeng, what on earth happened here?"
Having just arrived at the Human Sacrifice Tower, Dongka was completely in the dark about what had transpired. Seeing the numerous corpses on the ground, he feared that Dongfang Ziyue might have already...
"It's nothing. Your beloved disciple has only fainted."
Lin Zifeng nonchalantly waved his hand, narrating to Dongka the series of events that had occurred in the Human Sacrifice Tower. Finally, Dongka exhaled a sigh of relief, the worry on his handsome face dissipating.
