Looking down, under the Hui family altar, many clansmen were still spotless. They recited some mysterious spells and worked together to block the invasion of the storm.

Looking forward, Hui Jianzhi was in a graceful posture, not a single thread of his body wet by the rain. His white robe fluttered in the wind, not a single leaf sticking to his body. No one knew what treasure the scroll Hui Jianzhi was protecting was, as there seemed to be an invisible barrier around it, which disappeared out of thin air when the rain fell.

On the entire altar, only Mingluo and Su Zhen were drenched by the storm. Su Zhen lay motionless on the ground, while Mingluo was tied up and stood aside. At this moment, the mother and daughter were like drowned dogs. Facing the powerful Hui family, they were powerless to resist.

Huijian Zhi ordered the maid to feed Su Zhen a life-extending and blood-replenishing pill, and then barely squeezed out the last bottle of blood to irrigate the scroll.

After absorbing Su Zhen's blood, the scroll turned from bright yellow to red gold. It shone brightly and clashed upside down and back and forth in mid-air, as if something was trying to break through the scroll's constraints.

Ming Luo didn't care about the abnormality of the scroll. She looked at Su Zhen who was lying on the ground with sad eyes. Su Zhen was already on the verge of death and it seemed that he didn't have much time left. The heavy rain wet Ming Luo's cheeks, washing away her tears.

Before she knew it, Mingluo was swept unconscious by the storm and collapsed in a daze.

When Mingluo woke up again, the rain had just stopped and the breeze was blowing gently. Her wet clothes had dried. She was still wearing a rabbit fur cloak, which was the clothes Huijianzhi brought to Mingluo last night.

Looking around, there was no one on the altar anymore, the formation had disappeared, and the ground of the altar was just ordinary stone. There was no sign of Su Zhen on the other side of the altar, and the area under the altar was empty. It was as if the devastating torture of last night had never happened.

Ming Luo trembled as she struggled to stand up straight. Her already slender body had become emaciated after rounds of torture. Her bones were prominent and her figure was so thin that it seemed as if a gust of wind could take her away.

She moved to the edge of the altar and threw her rabbit fur cloak down.

This is the only resistance she can do now.