He was here, so she had a chance!
The jail was already very dark. As those footsteps approached, it became even more ominous and colder, like the very depths of hell. They shuddered when they saw the man in charge of this place.
"Second Brother, I've been framed," Si Rong looked up at Si Mobai and propped himself up, anxiously trying to explain himself.
Tu Xiang gripped the cell bars tightly. "Wargod, let's strike a deal. You let me out of South Winds Nation, and I'll tell you a secret about the Feng Clan."
Tu Xiupei's clothes were a mess, and her fair skin could be glimpsed through her open collar. She gently shook the chain between her slim wrists to make a noise and looked at Si Mobai with a pale face and distant eyes. She called to him weakly yet coquettishly, "Wargod..."
