Finally, when she was almost unable to hold on, Song Yan Ning found a way in the inheritance. She clenched her fists tightly and used the last bit of her strength to bite her tongue hard; the taste of blood began to spread in her mouth.
The pain from the tip of her tongue made Song Yan Ning's consciousness slightly clearer. She slowly opened her eyes, took a deep breath, and sprayed the blood in her mouth onto the brush she held. This was her last chance: if this method didn't work, then despite her unwillingness, she would have to accept her fate.
At the moment when the blood sprayed onto the brush, the brush burst forth with golden light.
Song Yan Ning also, at the same time, couldn't hold on any longer and fainted.
