When several people arrived at the alley, they saw a man dressed fancily standing aside, while two attendants were pulling a young lady. The young lady was very pretty but at this moment, she had a panic stricken expression on her face. Her helpless appearance and tears added a kind of pitifulness that made people couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
There were also a few cultivators setting up stalls in the alley, but they all looked like they didn't care, just watching, not trying to persuade and certainly not helping her. The herbs on the ground were scattered all over the place, some of them had been trampled on, a bamboo basket had been thrown in the corner, and some herbs were hanging on the edge of the basket.
"No, no, don't pull me, I don't want to go, I don't want to go..." the lady cried, but she was helpless. She had only a low level of strength and could not struggle free of the two attendants' grasp.
"Let go of the Lady!"
