In the depths of the rainforest, the crisp sound of whipping continues.
"Snap! Snap! Snap..."
Chang Ying tightly presses her lips together, curls up on the ground, holding her head.
Her tattered clothes are whipped to pieces, her body covered in dense whip marks, skin unbroken, constantly bleeding fresh blood.
Blood drips, a shocking sight.
She silently withstands everything, the pain from her body making her feel alive.
But her gaze becomes increasingly dispersed.
"Hoo..." Shen Xiaotang takes a deep breath and slowly exhales.
The Valley Master finally stops, venting all the frustration built up in his chest recently.
Looking at Chang Ying curled up like a dead dog on the ground, Shen Xiaotang lets out a cold snort and orders:
"Drag her to the dungeon, do not treat her, lock her up directly!"
"Yes, Valley Master." A man steps forward quickly, grabs Chang Ying's ankle, and swiftly walks away.
