The woman hurriedly weaved through the corners.
A man in black closely followed behind her.
The woman's constitution was weak, and after running for less than ten minutes, her pace slowed down.
She was cornered, with nowhere to escape.
"Don't come near... don't come near..." she cried to the man in black, "I have no blood left for you to draw. Please, let me go."
The man in black, expressionless, grabbed her hand, ready to forcibly take her away.
The woman exerted all her strength, trying to break free from the man's grasp.
Unfortunately, it was to no avail.
No matter how she struggled, she couldn't break free.
The man in black held her wrist firmly.
"Don't blame me; blame your ancestor from the Yuan Clan. Because of her, you're in this situation," the man sneered coldly.
The woman sobbed, "Back then, our ancestor was merciful and took you outsiders in, yet you repaid kindness with enmity."
"Slap!"
