"She will make a perfect pill slave," Han Yu said. "Maybe I can test some experiments on her. Or use her as a cauldron stand when I feel bored."
The guards burst into laughter, pleased at the cruelty in his words. To them, this was the proper attitude of a disciple of the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect.
"Good one," the second guard said. "She certainly does not look worthy of anything else."
Han Yu hid his disgust behind the cold expression.
He glanced at Meng Jueyan, hoping for a spark of reaction, any sign that she recognized him or remembered anything of their past. But her face remained still. With her mutilated features, stillness only made her look more haunting.
He handed his identity token to the guards.
One cut Meng Jueyan's fingertip and let a drop of her blood fall onto the token.
She did not flinch.
