A moment later!
The effect of the Golden hoop temporarily subsided. Tu Yiguang's mouth finally released the rope, but her body continued to tremble, her face marred by an expression of pain. Her willow brows furrowed delicately, and her stunning face was covered in beads of sweat.
At this moment, she, a Saint of her stature, was as powerless as an ordinary woman with no strength to truss a chicken. Her limbs hung limply, her whole body forming an inverted V, suspended in the air by the rope.
"Damn it! Damn it all! What have you done!?" Tu Yiguang's consciousness had actually been clear throughout. She was acutely aware of the state she had just experienced—a pain she would never forget!
"Merely a minor punishment," Qin Heng said lightly. Looking down at Tu Yiguang, he added, "Your voice is quite pleasant, and your touch isn't bad either. Stay by my side and serve as my maid."
