After Cheng YuanYu finished, he turned and spoke to the Rose Emissary with the utmost respect. "My Lady, he's tied up!"
The young girl, squatting on the floor, didn't reply. She continued to heat the iron wires.
Cheng YuanYu thought for a moment, then quickly dropped to his knees, pressing his forehead against the cold floor without a word.
The room grew quieter and quieter, the only sound the constant CRACKLE of the candle.
After a long while, the girl stood up holding a handful of iron wires and walked toward Di Yunliang.
Her voice was still ethereal and crisp, with a slight hint of playfulness.
"Oh, Instructor dearest, we can finally have some fun and play our game."
As Rose drew closer, Di Yunliang's struggles grew more violent, and the cross began to shake.
"Mmph... Mmm..."
Rose looked up at Di Yunliang, her memories hazy, a nostalgic expression surprisingly appearing on her face.
