"Hear that?" Yu Qi looked down toward the sobbing woman who was still kneeling helplessly on the cold floor, her voice carrying a quiet but firm weight.
"Yes..." Sang Yuling nodded repeatedly through her thick, pooling tears while wiping her face shakily, trying to gather what little composure she had left.
"Then stand up first." Yu Qi stated firmly, offering her hand to help the woman up.
Sang Yuling obediently rose to her feet, though her knees buckled slightly and her legs were still trembling weakly from the overwhelming, exhausting emotional upheaval she had just endured.
"Heavenly Crane Pavilion does not tolerate such vile, malicious, and unorthodox practices. We will help this girl." Lou Liwei stated solemnly, his aged eyes flashing faintly with a sharp, righteous intent that commanded absolute authority.
