Ryan Lin finished his sentence.
He suddenly noticed Blake Lin's gaze flicker past him, locking onto the horizon with silent intensity.
"What are you looking at?"
Ryan Lin followed his gaze—and saw the sky over there suddenly turn pitch-dark.
Even though it was winter.
The weather was actually pretty nice today, almost spring-like.
But now, the sky over there weighed down like a giant lid, thick and suffocating.
"Why does it look like it's about to rain?"
Ryan Lin frowned, totally confused.
"How much longer until the spirit spring can be extracted from her body?"
Blake Lin didn't even glance at Jill Jing, who was bound on the ground.
"The Spirit-Snaring Net is constantly siphoning spiritual qi from her body. Once all the qi that's overflowing outside is drained, we can extract the spirit spring itself."
"Looks like it'll take about an hour."
The woman with her foot on Gavin Duan's corpse stared coldly at Jill Jing lying on the ground.
She took twisted satisfaction in the look of rage and helplessness on Jill Jing's face.
Only by tormenting Jill could she dull the bitterness gnawing at her heart, even if just a little.
"Get ready."
Blake Lin's voice was icy.
"Ready?"
What else is there to get ready for? At this point, all that's left is to wait.