C33 The Pain of Escape and the Joy of Banquet

Song Zhaoyan's delicate hands stroked the triangular vine leaves before she finally understood the structure of the metal door. Thick iron spirits stood upright, without any steps. She didn't know any lightness skills, so could she have flown out?

Perhaps Qu Yan just wanted to see her running around in despair! Song Zhaoyan couldn't help but look back angrily