As Pan Yuanyuan saw the light of day once more, the sight of the two figures seated above—especially Tang Jian’s face, which was as dark as the bottom of a pot—instantly brought her wits back. She lunged straight toward him.
"Lord, please deliver justice for me! Lord Moyue, she... she..."
As she spoke, she began to sob. That tear-streaked, pitiful appearance was indeed capable of arousing pity, but the two figures above showed not the slightest reaction.
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