It was a woman who seemed to be in her twenties. Her face was pretty and flirtatious, very seductive. Her shoulders were no longer stooped and her waist bent. With her mask torn off, except for her plain and old clothes, she didn't look old at all.
She glanced at several people on the ground. Her gaze flitted over Duan Ye and Ning Lang, then on the young man in red: "I don't know about the others, but the one named Feng Jiu gave me a feeling of danger. Be careful, tie them all up, send a signal for our people to carry them back."
Hearing this, the two women assented without further discussion. They bound the people up. At this time, one of them seemed to think of something and asked, "What about the little pet? Why didn't we see it?"
"Eh? It's really gone. It was here before." The other woman also looked around but didn't see the pet that was lying there earlier.
