Chu Yi remained silent, waiting for the situation to change.
The two men's voices began to grow impatient.
"Hurry up, dawdling like this will cost you your life."
The sound of a girl's sobbing started to reach Chu Yi's ears through the air. She began to place her hands over her chest.
Without a doubt, she was about to take off her clothes.
She probably no longer intended to resist.
Even if she struggled, it would be useless. Everyone knew the authority of the Disciplinary Hall within the Hengyue Sect.
She had called for help earlier, but no one heard.
Or perhaps, someone heard but did not dare to intervene.
The girl, filled with despair, dared not speak out. She could only shed tears and silently remove her clothes.
The other two male disciples had already begun clumsily removing their own clothes, their eyes gleaming with a terrifying lascivious light.
The moment these two devils were about to pounce on the girl.
The atmosphere was saturated with intense tension.
