Sang Luo was unable to move. The Qiankun Bag at her waist was gone, and she had been stripped clean of all her possessions.
A wave of immense humiliation and the rage of betrayal washed over her.
'Was everything he did before just to trick me? Was he just boiling a frog in warm water, waiting to strike when my guard was completely down?'
'But there was absolutely no reason for it...'
Sang Luo frowned. "What are you trying to do?"
"A little Beast Clan female who snuck in here... did you really think I'd obediently do your bidding?"
Anubia's malicious, taunting gaze fell upon her, as if he were contemplating whether to disembowel her or chop off her limbs first.
Sang Luo's expression slowly turned cold, but a flicker of doubt remained in her eyes.
"Guards, take this Beast Clan female away. Torture her. Show no mercy."
Anubia's tone was lazy and bored, as if he were dealing with any common spy.
