The thought that she might not find that slave and that he would continue to be enslaved and abused out of her sight suddenly made her feel a stifling heaviness in her heart.
She was in a daze when suddenly the sounds of whistling and rowdy cheers erupted from the private room.
She looked up blankly, gazing ahead.
When she had entered, two people in the center of the room were engaged in a duel.
Ye Qingci was startled; her mind had not been on the fighters until the cheering caught her attention. Now, looking up, she realized the two were at a critical point, about to determine the winner.
That was why everyone in the room was so excited.
Soon, one of the combatants, a man who was a bit more robust, knocked the slightly leaner man to the ground.
The man on the ground clutched his stomach and writhed in pain, clearly severely injured and unable to get up.
Qu Tianchen's voice, as pleasant as a spring breeze, filled the room, "Eldest brother, I appreciate your leniency."
