Chuzheng turned to look at Xun Yin, "What did you say?"
Xun Yin: "..."
Xiao Yao was a bit violent.
There was a stone pillar in the wall, and the chain was ultimately connected to it.
The wall had collapsed, but the chain was still not broken.
Chuzheng's hand flashed with silver light as a silver sword appeared in her hand, and she brought it down directly onto the chain.
Xun Yin shook his head, thinking it wouldn't be that easy, but the next second his gaze froze, showing a look of astonishment.
The chain on that side had been cut by the sword.
Chuzheng turned back to Xun Yin and saw that other than shock, he had no other reaction; she was certain that cutting it directly would not cause him too much harm, so she carried the sword over.
Chuzheng's face was taut as she seriously said, "I can cut it."
She gestured for him to show the chain on his wrist.
"Xiao Yao, your sword..." Xun Yin tucked his hands into his sleeves, not willing to take them out.
