The mysterious woman looked down at the blood drop.

Beneath the eerie golden mask was a pair of incredibly beautiful silver eyes.

Yet those exquisite eyes were hollow and lifeless, exuding an aura of melancholy, heaviness, and deathly stillness, as if she had long lost her direction in life, disheartened and indifferent to everything in the world.

The drop of blood in her palm, taken from Luo Fancheng, seemed to be the only thing that could spark a bit of interest in her.