"Hahaha! Man, I can't believe we're this lucky!"
"I heard another Nine Tailed Celestial Fox was already a peak Heavenly Saint. We may not be able to touch her, but this one will do."
Scar-Faced Wu's filthy fingers were barely two inches away from the soft silk of the blanket.
His breath came out in hot, wet puffs, his yellow eyes wide with animal greed, his scarred lips pulled back over broken teeth.
Behind him, the other three men were already fumbling with their belts, chuckling like hyenas ready to tear into fresh meat.
On the mattress, Wei Zhingyi's eyes squeezed shut, her teeth digging into her tongue, her spirit gathering that last tiny spark of life to shatter her own heart and escape the mud forever.
But, at that moment...
BANG!
The splintered wooden doorframe groaned as a body hit the stone, and just as the men were about to pounce on her, Ye Fan threw himself across the room with a wild, desperate leap!
