Ah Yin slowly opened his eyes as blue as a lake, as clear as a lake.
There was no fear or despair in her eyes, just a strange calmness and a hint of clear ridicule.
She knew something was wrong outside.
Moreover, something happened to the Clear Sky Sect.
At this moment, the sound of footsteps, approaching from far away, suddenly echoed in the empty and silent dungeon passage.
Upon hearing this voice, the corners of Ah Yin's mouth raised an almost invisible arc.
On that beautiful and gentle face, there was a sneer look that was a mixture of true and deserved.
Although she was imprisoned here and isolated from the outside world, she was not completely ignorant of the outside world.
She could still remember the way Tang Hao and Tang Xiao looked so complacent when they captured her, seeing her as something in their pocket.
She also knows that as Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, she has an irresistible temptation to any Soul Master force.
Clear Sky Sect Obtaining her should have been a great joy, enough to bring the sect's strength to a higher level.
But now, listening to the commotion outside, it is clear that they have experienced a fierce battle, and the result seems to be extremely unfavorable to the Clear Sky Sect.
To be able to make Clear Sky Sect so embarrassed that he even came to the door...
Not much on this Douluo Continent.
"Spirit Hall..."
Ah Yin whispered in his heart, and a trace of thought flashed in his blue eyes, "That should be it. Apart from them, who else has such strength and courage to dare to attack Clear Sky Sect's mountain gate directly?"
She has no good impression of the Spirit Hall. The size and power of this human Soul Master organization has never been good news to Soul Beast.
But at this moment, seeing the Clear Sky Sect that imprisoned her deflated, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pleasure in her heart that evil people will be punished by evil people.
The footsteps stopped outside her prison.
Ah Yin raised his eyes and looked calmly outside the fence.
The figure of Tang Hao appeared in the dim light.
His appearance at this moment was completely different from the high-spirited young genius he was when he first captured her.
His clothes were torn and stained with blood and dust, and his face was pale with an abnormal flush.
His eyes were even more bloodshot, burning with monstrous anger, endless humiliation, and a kind of madness that was close to collapse.
His walking posture was a bit staggering, and he was obviously seriously injured.
The most glaring thing was that his free hands were clenched into fists, and his nails dug deeply into his flesh.
Blood dripped continuously from the fingers, and small blood flowers spattered on the ground.
The tight lips and violent chest heaving showed that he was on the verge of an emotional explosion.
Ah Yin's eyes calmly swept over Tang Hao's embarrassed and angry face.
Then, slowly, he stood up from the haystack.
She patted the non-existent dust on her body, her movements elegant and calm, incompatible with this gloomy dungeon.
Across the cold iron grille, Ah Yin looked at the man outside who looked like a trapped animal. Using her unique, soft and melodious voice with a touch of coldness, she spoke calmly and asked a question that she seemed to already know the answer to:
"How..."
Her voice echoed softly in the dungeon:
"You... lost the fight?"
A few simple words, no unnecessary ridicule, no sharpness of gloating.
It was just a calm statement, but it was like the sharpest knife, piercing Tang Hao's most sensitive and painful nerve at the moment with incomparable precision!
Lost the fight?
More than just losing the fight!
It was a disastrous failure!
He was forced to the mountain gate, the elder died, his disciples were killed and injured, his father was seriously injured, his eldest brother cut off his arm, the sect's majesty was ruined, and he himself was about to face the humiliation of having his arm cut off!
"Shut up!!"
Tang Hao was like a tiger whose tail had been stepped on. He suddenly raised his head, stared at the still calm and elegant woman in blue dress in the prison with his red eyes, and let out an extremely suppressed, beast-like roar.
The anger, humiliation, and unwillingness in his chest erupted like a volcano, almost burning away his last remaining sanity.
He couldn't wait to rush in immediately and tear the culprit who caused all the trouble into pieces!
However, reason held him tightly.
He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling like a bellows, and he stared at Ah Yin, as if he wanted to carve her image into his soul with endless resentment.
Ah Yin faced Tang Hao's almost murderous gaze, his expression did not change at all, he still looked back at him calmly, his blue eyes were crystal clear, as if they could reflect all the embarrassment and unbearable feeling in his heart.
After several breaths, Tang Hao finally suppressed the violent impulse.
He turned around suddenly, no longer looking at Ah Yin, but roughly took out a special key and inserted it into the thick keyhole of the prison door with trembling hands.
"Click."
The sound of the machine's rotation was particularly clear in the silent dungeon.
The heavy iron door was slowly pushed open, making a heart-wrenching creaking sound.
Tang Hao stood at the door, with his back to Ah Yin, his voice hoarse and cold, with an unquestionable command, mixed with unconcealable hatred:
"Come out."
Ah Yin looked at Tang Hao's back, and then at the open cell door. A faint trace of doubt flashed in his blue eyes, but more of it was a clear understanding.
They lost, so...
Are you going to hand over the loot?
She had no hesitation or fear, she just adjusted her skirt slightly, then stepped out of the cage that had imprisoned her for many days.
The moment she walked out of the cell door, the cold and oppressive force in the dungeon that was eroding her all the time suddenly weakened a lot.
She took a deep breath. Although she was still in the dungeon, the feeling was different.
Tang Hao did not look back, but walked towards the dungeon exit with heavy steps.
Ah Yin silently followed him a step away.
The passage was still dark, only the footsteps of the two people echoed.
Tang Hao's back was tight and stiff, as if he was carrying a heavy burden from Qian Jun.
Ah Yin could feel the negative emotions emanating from the man in front of him that were so strong that they could not be resolved.
There is humiliation, anger and unwillingness, but more importantly, there is a deep feeling of powerlessness.
So she didn't ask or provoke him again.
He just followed quietly, but he was a little curious about the winner he was about to see who could force Clear Sky Sect into such a situation.
Spirit Hall...
Who will be sent?
The legendary Pope Qian Xunji?
Or which one of the Elder Hall is worshiping?
And how will you, as the object being fought for, be dealt with?
Locked up like Clear Sky Sect?
Ah Yin doesn't have much fear in his heart.
As Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, she has experienced too many ups and downs and has long been indifferent to life and death.
She just walked quietly, waiting for fate to take her to the unknown next moment.
The light at the exit of the dungeon is already in sight.