Feng Fuce responded indifferently with a hum.
"Almost healed." He looked at Chu Ping: "Bring that person up."
Soon, a slight sound of iron chains was heard.
The boy with an injured ankle emerged, followed by two Xiu Luo Envoys, walking sluggishly.
His gaze was still unfriendly, but not as full of hatred and disgust as when he first saw Feng Fuce.
Upon seeing Bai Zhi'er again, the boy just snorted coldly and turned his head to the side.
The little one looked at the iron chain hanging from his ankle.
Softly, she asked, "Brother Fu Ce, why is he locked up?"
Feng Fuce replied with a calm tone: "Once his foot was almost healed, he thought of escaping. The night before last, he climbed a wall, fell down, and twisted his right foot again."
Chu Ping timely added: "Yes! Our Marquis is afraid that this prisoner might hurt himself again, so he had to lock him with chains to prevent self-harm, how dangerous!"
