"Very well, Su Yunlin, then you grit your teeth and don't ask for mercy!" In the cold corridor of Muliancheng, I recall that Muliancheng's anger toward Su Yunlu was all transferred to Su Shallow. There was some anger. Once a breakthrough was found, it was like a wound was torn apart. It could not be closed at all. Blood could only flow freely.

Muliancheng raised her hand and whipped hard. The air echoed with a crisp sound. Then Su Shallow hummed. She clenched her teeth, even trembling. Su Shallow fell to the ground, curled up with her thin body. The whip fell on Su Shallow's back and arm. Everywhere she...