Zhan Zhengtong, who was tied to the chair, listened in horror.
The Cultivation World is actually so chaotic?!
Taking advantage of the moment when the two burly men weren't paying attention, Zhan Zhengtong quietly used her hips and legs to move the chair, trying to escape.
She wasn't sure if she'd be discovered, but she intended to run as far as she could, grabbing any chance she had, so as not to cause trouble for her son later.
"Wait a minute, why do I feel something's not right?"
"What's wrong?"
"Where is she?" The burly man turned his head, and Zhan Zhengtong was gone.
"Where is she, hurry up and chase." Turning his head, he found that Zhan Zhengtong had already moved several meters with the chair.
The burly man was furious: "You fucking, where do you think you're going? I'll kill you!"
He rushed over and slapped her.
"Slap—"
