Xi Ming was brought to a large courtyard.
The gaunt man seemed quite polite to her. His own shoulder was injured, and he grabbed her arm with his right hand without using much force. Unfortunately, their line had fallen out of favor with the Dongfang Clan, and they didn't have martial arts skills, which made it still feel painful.
The girl's eyes were covered with a black cloth, and she could only try her best to raise her head, glancing sideways to catch a sliver of light.
Unaware of how long they had walked, the man suddenly ripped the black cloth from her eyes. They had reached a house, and with a sudden glance, she could see only a wooden door like a screen, painted in vermilion, looking like blood at first glance.
Xi Ming had been conserving her strength in secret all along the way, waiting for this opportunity. Once the black cloth was removed, she struggled fiercely, planted her heel, and used her forehead to slam into the man's injured shoulder.
