When Jiang Si saw her face clearly, she was incredibly surprised. The woman known throughout the base as the Holy Mother was actually an Easterner.
She looked to be in her thirties, her dignified and holy face filled with a hypocritical smile.
Laina quietly scrutinized Jiang Si, like a god looking down upon a mere ant.
Jiang Si had no time for her boring games. "Where are my people!?"
With a wave of her hand, Laina summoned a magnificent golden throne behind Jiang Si.
She smiled serenely. "Please, sit."
A bone-chilling coldness hid beneath the smile. The throne was clearly a trap, but Laina seemed certain that Jiang Si would compromise for the sake of her family.
The moment Jiang Si sat, she was assaulted by a pain that felt like her very flesh was being stripped from her bones.
