"Please help me escape." The woman grabbed Mo Lin's foot tightly, pleading with Mo Lin.
"Get up first," Mo Lin attempted to help the woman up.
The woman held onto Mo Lin tightly, refusing to let go.
Mo Lin could even feel the strength with which she was gripping him.
It was as if she was holding onto her only chance to survive.
There was a hint of fear deep in her eyes.
Afraid that Mo Lin would abandon her, just like the others around them.
"Please, save me.
Everything I have, I can give to you. Please take me away from here.
I don't want to be taken back.
Those Burial Immortal people, they're worse than animals.
I'm begging you, can you take me out?
Please."
The woman's voice was panicked, and her tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.
The sound was particularly tragic.
"Doesn't the Burial Immortal Organization only capture Immortal Cultivators?" Mo Lin asked in confusion.
