"Is that so?"
Huang Ying's limbs were pinned down by four swords. Her face was swollen, her entire body bruised and battered, and her clothes were in tatters. She lay on the ground utterly devoid of dignity, with only a glimmer of light remaining in her eyes.
A gentle stream of moonlight fell upon her, clearly casting her wretched and miserable state into relief. Huang Ying smiled, a smile filled with despair and desolation.
Chapter 67