Chen Muxue watched as the young master's hands, with distinct joints, slowly unraveled the iron chains from the cage door. His hands were quite pleasing to look at, although the blood stains under his nails were hard to clean, making them seem a bit dirty.
Of course, there were also several scratches that hadn't healed yet.
"Not clawing me this time?" The young master had the leisure to joke, but Chen Muxue seemed especially frightened, trembling in the corner.
However, the moment the young master opened the cage door, Chen Muxue dashed out like a streak again!
She had clearly seen that this time, there were no nets around. That young master was indeed confident, huh.
The young master watched Chen Muxue run deeper, a smile playing on his lips.
Soon, Chen Muxue realized why she could escape again using the same approach, yet the young master wasn't in a hurry.
Before her was a dead end.
But Chen Muxue didn't feel completely hopeless, because right in front of her was an altar.
