After abducting Phong Yue to their base, Lu Ye had paid her no more attention. He didn't even have anyone keep an eye on her. He had thought that if this woman dared to try escaping secretly, he would break her legs; but it turned out she had no intention of running away at all. Every day she was either sitting here lost in thought or sitting there in a sorrowful daze.
In the Heaven's Augury Hall, Lu Ye sat on a large chair that originally belonged to who knows which family, but now it belonged to the Righteous Blood Sect.
Phong Yue stood in front of him with her eyes downcast, her hands folded above her abdomen.
True to being a healing cultivator, the piercing injury on her palm had almost completely healed in just a few days, and not even a scar remained.
"Why has no one come to ransom you?"
Lu Ye had been waiting for the Phong family to ransom her for the past few days.
