The women were all bound, their mouths sealed, and it was apparent that their vital energy was also suppressed.
Once the few strong men had lined them up, Madam Bian stepped forward, examining the women one by one.
After scrutinizing everyone, a satisfied look appeared in Madam Bian's eyes. She then turned her head to glance at the leading middle-aged man, "Has the master arrived?"
The middle-aged man, hearing this, nodded immediately to Madam Bian, "Should be here soon."
Madam Bian nodded, said no more, turned around, walked to an urn, stroked it, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, you won't be alone."
"Didn't you like beauties? Mother will send them to accompany you."
With that, Madam Bian continued to stroke the urn.
Tang Yichen, listening to Madam Bian's words, couldn't help but gasp silently, a chill crawling up his spine.
Goodness, so the plan is to send these people to accompany Bian Xingyuan, how utterly insane.
