Warning

In another place away from the hustle and bustle of the city of Sun Jan, a desperate howler echoed in the air then followed by a heavy pound, in the middle of the room a woman with disheveled hair curled up on the cold floor clenching into a small wooden swallow statue 

"Why didn't it work?" she whimpered, sweat covering her forehead as panic enveloped her like a thick blanket. 

"Why can I cultivate, why…. what's wrong with my body?" she raised her trembling hand in front of her chest muttering to herself.

A knock came from the door, then a worried voice came from behind the door "Master Zi, you are fine, are you hurt?" 

"SCRAM!" she roar.

Immediately the voice behimd the door quiet down.