In the basement of the Silver Thunder Inn, a skinny young girl was imprisoned on an altar by a magic formation, with a pale yellow flame burning beneath it.
Ning Cheng didn't need to ask to know that this young girl must be the couple's daughter that was left behind.
According to the attendant, this young girl had been there for six years, and should be around twelve or thirteen years old by now. Yet, what Ning Cheng saw was still a girl of seven or eight. The reason she hadn't died was that the formation beneath the altar wouldn't let her. Plus, with her being at the Building Foundation Realm, she was barely clinging onto a breath under the scant spiritual qi.
Rage surged through Ning Cheng, and with a punch, he shattered the basement, kicked the restraining formation into pieces, and reached out to hold the girl imprisoned on the altar.
The young girl's emaciated body in Ning Cheng's hands felt like a piece of dried wood, light and weightless.
