The early winter morning at the foot of the mountain had already brought a piercing cold.
In such weather, even those who need to start work at eight struggle to leave the warmth of their beds until the very last possible moment.
However, at this moment, Shen Sui's room was unusually lively. A cute and beautiful puppet had its hands bound by two ropes, hanging at the window in a sacrificial manner. The ropes seemed to have been treated with special magic, and when the puppet tried to struggle, golden runes flashed, nullifying all its strength.
The puppet seemed to have been washed with clear water, leaving it soaking wet, with golden hair hanging limp, resembling a drenched chicken from afar.
Isabella exerted all her efforts but couldn't break free from Qishala's bondage. She angrily shouted, "Qishala! You damned White Dragon! Let me down!"
