Chapter 1450

Every day, Winifred had bathed in spirit flowers, cleansed her face with celestial dew, and maintained a flawless, jade-like body free of any impurity. Yet, now, in this barren, backward land she had fallen into, she was subdued by what she considered a mere local. This humiliation struck a heavy blow to her pride. To make matters worse, she was trapped in a furnace, subjected to unrelenting, scorching torment. Despite being shielded by numerous treasures, she was still being refined in an utterly miserable state. Her once snow-white, smooth skin had been charred black, forming crusted scabs that covered her entire body, making her look like a lump of coal. This was worse than death. To her, it was the ultimate desecration. "Wyatt, you bastard! Let me out!" Winifred screamed in despair. Blackened scabs flaked off her body like snowflakes drifting in the air—a sight that revolted her to her core. Her formidable physique quickly regenerated new skin, but the relentle