"Dao Qiongcang?"
Before the icy table, Yue Gongnu remained seated, though a flicker of astonishment inevitably surged in her eyes.
But as if recalling something, she quickly accepted the reality of Dao Qiongcang appearing in the Cold Prison dressed as a woman—this was entirely normal.
Yuegong Hui, however, could not accept it!
The pain of a sword piercing his throat now gave rise to an uncontrollable terror in his heart!
"Dai'er..."
"Dao Qiongcang..."
How could this be the same person?
How could this possibly be the same person!
Thinking back to what the old man had done to him earlier... Yuegong Hui's thoughts nearly ceased altogether.
Opposite him, the man walked step by step, unhurriedly.
If you only looked at his face, he was extraordinarily handsome, his complexion jade-like, his eyes luminous like stars—an image of a suave gentleman.
But if your gaze shifted downward...
