C420 It Was Not Taking Advantage of You

At this time, in a small cave under the mountain.

A woman in white leaned against the wall of the cave. Her delicate face was not blood-red at all, but was covered with black poison. Occasionally, the moonlight would shine into the cave, but it added a touch of desolation.

Ryleigh gently caressed the sword wound on her back. Her face was filled with exhaustion. She was like a withered leaf