Seeing the scene before her, Little Hua felt a slight fear. She instinctively took a step back, only to have her hair yanked by Master Yin.
The pain and pull forced her to follow Master Yin's steps to the edge of the large pit. Perhaps it was the scent of fresh human, but the insects in the pit grew increasingly restless.
"The bloodline of the Shui Family's Saintess will surely nourish this Miaojiang Holy Gu, but with your small frame, I doubt it would even fill the gaps between its teeth," Master Yin said, dragging Little Hua away from the pit and towards a corner where an old, bloodstained chair sat.
He picked her up and placed her onto the chair, where locks were affixed on the armrests. They could even adjust to restrain Little Hua's slender little wrists.
Little Hua just observed everything around her in bewilderment, not saying a word.
