Seventy One.

Her voice was extremely flustered at my proposal, but what choice did I have? Die?

"No, not at all!" I could practically hear her blushing. "Forgive me, but… prepare—prepare to die."

"No!"

Before I could react, the Ninth Yin Heaven Shard trembled.

A sudden pull—deep, unnatural—yanked at my bones.

"What? What are you doing?!"

"Your bones are full of Yang essence. They will aid in my recovery. Do not worry—I will erect a shrine in your name and memory once I regain my former glory."

"FUCK THIS! Fuck your sweet-talking! Fuck my shrine! Fuck YOU!"

I couldn't move.

I felt it—my **will, my liveliness, my bright outlook on life—**all my happy memories—being drained out of me.

A creeping emptiness.

Like my soul itself was fading.

"You DEMENTOR BITCH! LET ME GO!"

Then—soft sobbing.

"I… I am… I am sorry… but I have to kill you."