Wuyi Mountain, Qingyinfang.
The originally quiet night was broken again and again by Qin Shuyue's heart-wrenching screams.
In the room.
Everyone in Qingyinfang was in chaos. Some people kept coming in and out, bringing in basins of hot water and taking out blood. More people surrounded Qin Shuyue. One of them pressed her gently and held her hand tightly, one of them wiped the sweat off her forehead, and the others kept shouting at her to "pull harder, push harder."
As the head of Qingyinfang and Qin Shuyue's master, Wei Shi was hiding outside the house at this time, watching her favorite disciple suffer a day of torment, but she could not help at all.
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