PREVIEW
... gloomy and damp dungeon.
Because it rarely saw sunlight, it even carried a sense of eeriness.
Inside the cell, Ma Xing, pale as a piece of paper, was bound by iron chains, his head slightly drooping, clearly tormented to a state of confusion in the past day or two.
Outside Zhao Qingmei’s cell, her brows carried a touch of indifference.
Behind her stood Lin Tianhai, the head of the Azure Dragon Sect.
Mu Xiaoyun took a few steps forward, his face solemn as h ...
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