Inside the stone chamber,
Yun Yun sat beside a wooden table, her back turned to the door.
Her plain long dress was already torn to shreds, leaving her snow-white skin exposed, mingled with blood-a pathetic sight that would evoke pity in anyone who beheld her.
Fortunately, the cyan stilettos on Yun Yun's two jade feet were still on, otherwise Fan Tian would surely have flown into a rage.
She did not struggle, nor did she beg for mercy. She merely sat quietly there, her spine held as straight as a bamboo stalk that might snap at any moment yet stubbornly refused to bend.
Her two slender, jade-like legs were pressed tightly together.
Fan Tian stood behind her, falling silent for a moment before suddenly laughing.
"Sect Master Yun truly is extraordinary. Even in such a plight, you still do not forget to think of the Misty Cloud Sect."
Yun Yun did not turn her head, her voice cold and detached:"If you have something to say, just spit it out."
Fan Tian walked around to face her, holding a black blindhead in his hand, and looked down at her from above:"Turn around."
Yun Yun lifted her gaze, meeting his eyes.
A moment later, she slowly stood up and turned around at a snail's pace.
Her movements were very light, yet her rapid breathing betrayed the fact that she was far from relaxed.
Fan Tian stared at her graceful figure and exquisite curves, nodding in satisfaction a moment later as he gently placed the blindfold over Yun Yun's eyes.
"As expected of the Misty Cloud Sect's sect master-you certainly know how to read the room, much better than those blondie brats!"
Yun Yun felt a wave of unbearable shame, her knuckles gripping so hard they turned white.
"Yun Yun, don't bother trying