The girl she grabbed was named Ah Jing. She appeared to be thirteen or fourteen years old and was thin as a rail. She stubbornly held back tears, hence her eyes sparkled.
She said, "This is the back mountain of the Silver Moon Pavilion."
Su Yingxue was puzzled. "Silver Moon Pavilion? Back mountain?"
Wu Dao had killed her, so why was she thrown into the back mountain?
"Sister, why are you here?" Ah Jing asked curiously.
In such a harsh environment, the first person to initiate a conversation with her made her inexplicably fond of them.
Su Yingxue was about to respond, but she didn't know why she had been captured.
A group of people emerged from the valley.
