"That Wu Qi is peculiar," Wu Ming whispered to Wu Cong, "It seems the Alliance is determined to keep us here." He spoke softly, but he knew that everyone in the room could hear, so he did not bother to conceal his words much.
Just as Wu Ming spoke, the person had returned in utter embarrassment.
Upon entering, the person didn't dare to raise their head to look at Tang Mu, keeping their head lowered the entire time. Even though blood was trickling from the corner of their mouth, they did not wipe it away, and the wounds on their body continued to drip blood.
Tang Mu did not look at the person but instead watched the brilliance outside, and only after all the light and sound had faded did he slowly turn around and look at the person. By now, the person had become a bloody figure due to the untreated wounds, with a pool of blood at their feet, making a truly shocking sight at first glance. Anordinary person might have fainted from such blood loss long ago.
