Saintess Xuan's forehead broke out in cold sweat.
Chen Shi's words concealed a trap, and a moment's inattention could lead to a lie, and if this place were truly Tongue-pulling Hell, her tongue might really vanish into thin air!
She couldn't confirm whether this was indeed Tongue-pulling Hell, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
However, could this really be Tongue-pulling Hell?
"You're not talking, is your stomach hurting again?" Chen Shi asked with concern.
Saintess Xuan groaned softly, feeling another bout of cramping pain in her abdomen.
"Pain..."
She twisted in agony, curling up into a ball.
Chen Shi was likely testing the limits of her physical accomplishments this time, striking effectively to the point that she was immobilized, yet leaving her breath enough to feel the torment of being alive yet wishing for death.
Chen Shi brought the Mysterious Transformation Furnace over to her side and blew a breath onto it.
