Hei Jiao arrived, her presence carrying an icy chill.
"Let... go... of... me..." Yun Mei's voice inside the wooden cabin was shrill, each note hoarse and rasping worse than the last. The hoarse voice swirled around Hei Jiao, piercing her ears. Hei Jiao's eyebrows nearly stood on end, her frost-covered face growing even colder, and her gaze, sharp as a blade, shot toward the cabin from which the cries were coming.
Mo Xian remained up in the giant tree, making no move, quietly watching how the situation would unfold.
Chapter 116