After abducting Feng Yue to the camp, Lu Ye stopped paying attention to her. He did not even have anyone watch her. He had originally thought that if this woman dared to sneak away, he would break her legs. Yet she had no intention of escaping at all. Every day, she was either sitting here in a daze or sitting there in a daze, her expression steeped in sorrow.
Inside Heaven's Mystery Hall, Lu Ye sat upright in a broad chair. No one knew which faction the chair had originally belonged to, but in any case, it belonged to the Crimson Blood Sect now.
Feng Yue stood meekly before him, her hands folded over her lower abdomen.
As expected of a Medical Cultivator, in just a few short days, the puncture wound in her palm had almost completely healed. Not even a scar remained.
"Why is no one coming to ransom you?"
For the past few days, Lu Ye had been waiting for the Feng Clan to ransom Feng Yue.
In the Spirit Stream Battlefield, Medical Cultivators captured by the opposing camp could be ransomed back at a certain cost. Moreover, Feng Yue was not merely a Medical Cultivator—she was also the Garrison Envoy of the Feng Clan Compound. With such a status, her price should not have been low.
In Lu Ye's eyes, Feng Yue was a huge pile of Spirit Stones and Spiritual Pills.
He had already prepared to haggle with the Feng Family, yet they had made no move whatsoever. The wait was beginning to wear on his patience.
Feng Yue lowered her head, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz. "The Feng Family probably thinks I'm dead."
"Bullshit!"
This woman was being dishonest. The Seal Masters, sect masters, and such within a sect could determine