Under Ling Feng's guidance, Bright Saintess's emotions had calmed significantly. However, days had passed in the blink of an eye, and no one else had come. If it weren't for the daily delivery of food, Ling Feng might have thought they were forgotten.
However, after more than ten days of adjustment and with the recovery effects of the Purple Cloud Pill on Ling Feng, his injuries had nearly healed.
"Hehe, it seems you've recovered quite well; I underestimated you!" Just as Ling Feng and Bright Saintess were meditating and resting, a familiar voice came through.
Looking up, a woman in a black cloak appeared in the cell.
Bright Saintess's face showed a trace of surprise, mixed with a hint of anger, but she controlled her emotions well, keeping her gaze on Ling Feng.
Ling Feng opened his eyes and looked at the woman in the black cloak, speaking indifferently: "At this point, Camille Angel, is there any need to hide your figure?"
The woman in the black cloak was indeed Camille.
