Ao Yuran raised her head slightly, the dragon bone chains pierced deeper, and blades suddenly formed in the air.
Torture.
She couldn't be bothered to look, turned around, and her dragon robe trailed on the ground with a slight rustle.
Suddenly, she heard Tian Jingsha's voice suppressing pain in the cruel torture.
"Ao Yuran, she liked you since childhood, following you around like a shadow, listening to whatever you said, more obedient than anyone, but in the end... how did you manage to pin her down in the Longyuan Pond and strangle her to death?"
Ao Yuran didn't pause her steps, moving steadily and smoothly, walking up the stairs on her own, her voice echoed melancholically in the narrow and deep dungeon.
"So simple."
"Because I hated her, always have."
