C1488 Soulstealing Gourd!

As Qih Mei's cry rang out, all eyes suddenly turned to her.

Yet, as they did, each face transformed with thick layers of shock and disbelief.

There stood Qih Mei, drenched in blood, before a figure barely recognizable as human.

That figure was none other than the Blissful Master.

His neck and head were intact, marred only by a few palm and fist marks—no fatal wounds marred his face