Ever since she had been grievously wounded during a mission, Shan Ling had never recovered. At one point, she had even been sold as a female slave.
In such circumstances, Shan Ling had fallen into complete despair. She had never expected to see Shao Mangxuan again now, in the Inner Valley.
For a moment, her emotions were a tangled storm, and tears welled in her eyes.
"Shan Ling?" Shao Mangxuan was somewhat surprised. "What are you doing here?"
He could tell at a glance that Shan Ling was injured—and seriously so. Less than ten percent of her strength remained. Not only that, but she also had a restriction placed on her.
"Who placed the restriction on you?"
A trace of coldness entered Shao Mangxuan's voice as he looked at Yi Yun. Shan Ling was with this man, so the most likely person to have placed the restriction was naturally him.
Shan Ling's expression changed slightly. She said awkwardly, "Young Master, it was Yi Yun who brought this servant to the Inner Valley. Otherwise, this servant wouldn't have been able to see Young Master."
"I asked who placed the restriction." As Shao Mangxuan spoke, he reached out and beckoned.
"Whoosh!"
Shan Ling felt a sudden pain in her lower abdomen, as if something had been pulled out of her. Her face paled slightly, and she nearly collapsed to the ground.
When she looked again, Shao Mangxuan was already holding a law rune. It was the mark Yi Yun had left inside Shan Ling's body.
"Crack!"
The law mark was crushed directly by Shao Mangxuan.
In fact, even without Shan Ling saying anything, Shao Mangxuan could more or less sense it. This mark contained an aura similar to Yi Yun's.
Shan Ling did not dare deceive Shao Mangxuan. She vaguely sensed that