In the prison cell, darkness prevailed, and Sister Snake whispered, "Nuannuan, are you okay?"
Under the dim light of the corridor, Nuannuan's small figure could be seen curled up on a cot.
Her hands and feet were shackled by chains as thick as a child's arm, the effects of the anesthetic seemingly still lingering, leaving her drowsy.
"Damn, these bastards dared to treat the Saintess like this."
Sister Snake cursed, took out a key, and opened the cell door.
For some reason, Yang Fei felt an ominous foreboding in his heart.
The foreboding feeling, like dust in the air, though invisible, made Yang Fei distinctly sense that something was wrong.
Violent Bear and Sister Snake, concerned for Nuannuan, rushed into the cell as Sister Snake reached out to pull Nuannuan's hand.
"Nuannuan, wake up, Sister Snake is here to save you."
At that moment, the muscles at the corner of Yang Fei's eyes twitched, and all the hair on his body stood on end.
