Wang Kui’s eyes were bloodshot, his hair as tangled as weeds, and his clothes looked as though they hadn’t been changed in ages. They were wrinkled and far from the fine garments of a high rank, resembling instead ordinary mortal cloth.
Moreover, his mental state was clearly far from right.
Before anyone else could speak, Xia Mengxue whipped out a spirit-binding rope and directly tied Wang Kui up.
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