The Yellow Emperor's daughter had ultimately entrusted herself to the wrong person... No, she had ultimately been tied up. Not to a tree, since they still had to hurry. Asia did not exist here, so this was not some Asian binding sorcery, but the Witch Era's binding technique.
"You... don't even think you can learn anything about the You Xiong Clan from me!" Nüwa gritted her teeth.
She was tied up, but Instructor Song seemed not to have had time to consider whether Nüwa would cooperate. Perhaps she had never considered the issue at all?
Instructor Song casually pulled out her phone and took a picture of Nüwa.
The instant the flash went off, the Yellow Emperor's daughter fell silent and revealed a look of uncertainty and suspicion.
Everyone knew that Instructor Song was a very serious and particular person. With an utterly serious expression, she raised her phone in a perfunctory manner, pointed the screen at Nüwa, and opened the picture she had just taken.
Xiao Luo Si R suddenly understood what Instructor Song wanted to do and blinked. He had often seen this sort of operation on television, but this was his first time seeing it in real life.
"What exactly did you do to me?!"
Seeing her own face—no, her entire body—and the surrounding scenery appear in that tiny space, the Yellow Emperor's daughter suddenly felt something strange, strange yet incredible.
"Your soul has already been drawn into this divine artifact." Instructor Song slowly said, "But you won't suffer any harm or feel anything. Only after you die will your soul be imprisoned here forever... unable to return to your homeland..."
"What did you say?" Nüwa's expression instantly hardened.
Instructor Song said no more. She simply shut off the phone, leaving the screen black, and put it