The black-robed figure pinched Yao Rao's face.
Both were terrifid and scared.
Her beautiful eyes filled with caution.
The black-robed figure wore a fanged mask, obscuring his face and expressions underneath.
But the hand gripping her chin was like an iron drill, tightly clenching Yao Rao, rendering her immobile.
"Originally, your master planned to fatten you up before sending you off, but who would have known, a mere mortal snatched you away first."
Yao Rao's complexion changed.
What did he mean by fatten up and send away?
"Why don't you believe what I'm saying?" a sinister laugh came from behind the mask.
"Hehehe..."
It sounded like something sharp scraping across glass.
It was a distinctive sound of the martial masters from Fire Dragon Mountain.
Ling Long spoke up, "Better get to the point quickly; they've been around A'niu for too long."
"They might reveal something useful; don't waste time here—our superiors are waiting."