Mo Xuan Fei wanted to hide in the corner, but with him bound in the wheelchair, he could not go anywhere.
"Wh….. What do you want?" Mo Xuan Fei stuttered in fear, having his contractual spirit ripped apart from him had brought torment not just physically, but had wreaked his soul as well. The pain had just subsided, but at the sight of Jun Wu Xie, the pain all came back with a vengeance.
Jun Wu Xie glanced at him and did not say anything more, but turned around to the other cell.
In there, a girl in white hugged her knees tightly, trying her best to stay hidden in a corner, as her shivers rustled the dry straw below her.
Compared to the gaunt faced and disheveled Mo Xuan Fei, Bai Yun Xian had been treated much better.
