Whoosh!
A crisp sound echoed in the spacious cell.
Then, with a clatter, a sharp dagger fell to the ground.
Nobody paid attention to the sharp dagger.
Everyone instinctively turned their heads to stare at Jin Nanzhi's wrist.
At this moment, this Inner Sect Disciple's wrist revealed a flat cut, with nothing but a mangled mess of blood and flesh remaining.
And his palm was still gripping the dagger tightly, fallen on the ground!
With a ghastly pale complexion, Jin Nanzhi was still in a daze.
He looked bewilderedly at his own wrist, and upon realizing his palm was gone, his face contorted and he screamed: "Ah! My hand is severed!"
Then, filled with pain, he picked up his hand and looked at Ji Yue'Er with a mixture of anger and fear: "You actually chopped off my hand?"
"Hmph."
Ji Yue'Er's expression was extremely aloof, "Committing violence in front of me, Jin Nanzhi, you're something else."
Affected by her expression, Jin Nanzhi suddenly came to his senses.
Am I insane?
