The scene was gruesome, but no one present had any sympathy for the lady, for they knew of the puppet sect's heinous acts. Yan Xing, Jingsheng, and Lin Nan were not inclined to show mercy, regardless of her gender. In their eyes, every evil deed deserves retribution.
Despite the excruciating pain caused by the loss of all her fingers, the lady remained tight-lipped, refusing to divulge any information. Jingsheng was impressed by her loyalty, but it was short-lived. His sneer reflected the lack of admiration he had for her, and without a moment's hesitation, he swung his sword and severed her right arm.
The lady screamed uncontrollably, writhing in pain as blood spurted from the fresh wound.
"Speak!" Yan Xing said, his cold and domineering tone demanding answers.
The lady before him trembled at the sound, her eyes locking onto Yan Xing's pitch-black gaze. She stammered, "I… I… I am just an ordinary member of the puppet sect, I don't know anything."
