The First Saint Hand left the cell with a sinister smile.
Wuxia Immortal Venerable was also very anxious in her heart. She was worried that Jing Yan would come to the Slaughter God Hall to rescue her. If Jing Yan indeed came to the Slaughter God Hall, it would surely be a deadly situation.
But despite her extreme anxiety, Wuxia Immortal Venerable had no way to do anything. As of now, she didn't even have the ability to send messages. And even if she could send a message to Jing Yan telling him not to come to the Slaughter God Hall, Jing Yan probably wouldn't listen to her.
At this moment, Wuxia Immortal Venerable could only pray in her heart.
"Big brother, how did it go?"
After leaving the cell, Shadow Demon Saint Hand, who was waiting outside, asked.
"That woman is a tough nut to crack, just a waste of words." The First Saint Hand cursed.
