C267 In the Dungeon

The dungeon of the Sacred Martial Land.

Mo Yunhsing lay in her cell, her body covered in bloodstains, her face pale. In her eyes, a cold hatred burned. If her master, the Holy Lord, hadn't left, she wouldn't be suffering under these people's oppression.

"When my master returns, you'll pay double for this!" Mo Yunhsing vowed silently.

Though the Sacred Martial Land was disappointing