"What you call the Heavenly Dao, for us, it's destined suffering from birth."
The scene of blazing fire was reflected in the eyes of the woman on the lounge chair. Chen Muxue smelled a scent of roasting meat, but she knew the source of the smell, and it made her somewhat uneasy.
Chu Yue could no longer struggle. Wrapped in black qi, though he had become a motionless, charred lump of flesh on the surface, he still clung to a sliver of life force. They were determined to torture him until the last second.
Perhaps at this moment, Chu Yue could finally feel the despair in the hearts of those defenseless women when he led those people here.
Chen Muxue covered her mouth and nose.
