The Ghost Envoy pinched a blood-drenched tongue between her delicate fingers, and declared to the trembling ghosts kneeling below, "If anyone dares to act like this in the future, this will be your fate!"
Qi Yu hadn't expected that she would witness such a gruesome scene, and her pupils shuddered violently.
Sensing the Ghost Envoy's gaze drifting towards her, she quickly lowered her head again, feigning an utterly terrified appearance.
The Ghost Envoy frowned slightly, feeling that those eyes seemed a little too lively.
But as her mana was weak, she couldn't detect any living presence in that direction and had no choice but to let it go.
She threw down the piece of tongue, twisted the bloodstain off her fingertips, and coldly curved her lips before turning back to say to the people inside the palace, "City Lord, I have cut out this person's tongue."
