After forcefully extinguishing the black triangle native in the basement with his Thunder Spell,
Taoist Jing Xuan casually pointed a finger, and a Thunder Arc surged from his fingertips, severing the ropes that bound the Dragon Country girl.
The Dragon Country girl watched as the ropes that bound her snapped apart; she crawled up from the operating table, her body still trembling slightly.
It was from fear.
Taoist Jing Xuan patted her back and checked for injuries; fortunately, there were none, which was naturally the best outcome.
"Infinite Heavenly Venerable, are you alright, miss?"
Hearing the familiar Dragon Country language, at this moment, the girl felt an unprecedented sense of closeness.
She had thought that her death was certain, only to find that, in an unexpected turn of events, she had survived.
The massive emotional upheaval from the brush with death left the twenty-something Dragon Country girl unable to hold back her tears, bursting into loud weeping.
