The surroundings were eerily quiet.
Sixth Prince Cheng's face suddenly stiffened.
"Anyone? Is anyone there?"
He desperately shouted, but there was no response at all.
Luo Qingtong stood still with a faint smile, holding the shrunken Ye Qianming in her arms, who couldn't even be bothered to glance at Sixth Prince Cheng.
The woman who had just entered had already taken down all the guards outside.
There was not a single person left standing where she passed.
And he was still trying to call for help, but from where?
However, had he not followed Luo Qingtong here, he wouldn't have known just how difficult this woman's situation was.
Even the Royal Family of such a low-class small country dared to trouble her, how low was her Family's status?
Moreover, listening to her, it seemed that this woman was a person from this very low-class small country?
The Little Netherworld Venerate furrowed his brows tightly, hardly believing the facts he was hearing.
