Milord, the Times Have Changed

"If it's the main island, it should be fine." Yimo smiled warmly, looking harmless. Yet the more harmless Yimo seemed, the more Tong Muxue felt a chill run down her spine. Knowing Yimo had surely arranged something for the main island—and that it would be especially unpleasant—she did not continue asking. An Bingyan folded her arms, feeling somewhat creeped out...