"Ji Shenyun!"
Pei Yuhang stared at the silver-haired woman emerging from the darkness, his voice seething with hatred.
"I could accept you capturing me, but why did you have to drag her into this?!"
Pei Yuhang pointed at Nangong Jin, who was suspended in the air by chains.
The shackles had already chafed shocking bloody marks onto her fair, slender wrists and ankles, like cracks on beautiful porcelain, a heart-wrenching sight.
Ji Shenyun glanced at Nangong Jin, then turned to the furious Pei Yuhang who was interrogating her. A faint, amused smile slowly formed on her red lips.
"Pei Yuhang, you are my captive, yet you have the audacity to question me."
"In the past, even if I didn't kill you, I would have at least cut off one of your fingers... But now, you are of great use to me. I shall forgive your foolishness for the time being."
Ji Shenyun snorted coldly. She raised a delicate hand, and a powerful suction force burst from her palm, pulling Pei Yuhang toward her.
