Black Bellied Belle: Demon Lord, Bite The Bait Please Chapter 295.3: The Road to the Divine Realm is filled with Difficulties

But it was this person who was in charge of meting out punishment that produced a traitorous disciple, causing her to be highly talked about for a very long period of time.

Qing Lan Fei propped herself up with her palms, and struggled for a while to stand up.

Thick and heavy chains bound both her hands and feet, and they clattered loudly as she tried to stand. It could be seen that her wrists were bruised and swollen from being heavily bound for a long period, and it looked especially garish against her skin that was otherwise smooth and fair as snow.

“Master, I am well.” Qing Lan Fei’s lips parted as she said softly.

If one was to disregard her pale lips that did not show a single tinge of colour, she did indeed look to be fine.

Yan Po’s lips stiffened slightly. “You’re still as strong headed as ever.”

The expression on Qing Lan Fei’s face was a little scornful as she went on to say: “I afraid that Master did not come here today just to see how I am doing, are you?”

“That is indeed the case. I came here because I wanted to tell you something.”

When those words came out, the expression on Ying Ge’s face who had been standing quietly behind with her head lowered suddenly changed, as she looked at Qing Lan Fei a little anxiously.

Is Master really going to…..

Upon hearing that, Qing Lan Fei’s face did not change much but remained rather calm as she asked: “What is it?”

Seeing how indifferent and disinterested she looked, Yan Po could not help but curl up her lips as she stretched her hand out, and threw something onto the ground.

Qing Lan Fei subconsciously turned to look, and was stunned into a daze.

It was a small and delicate little herb pouch. Qing Lan Fei reached her hands out to snatch it up. Holding it in her hands, she opened it gently. There were bits of crushed herbs in there, which gave out a light faint fragrance.

But that was not the most important thing in there. Inside the herb pouch, there was a small lock of hair.

Black and fine. For some unknown reason, as Qing Lan Fei stared at the lock of hair, her fingers holding it started to tremble slightly. “This is…..”

“Can’t you feel it?” Yan Po said with a laugh. “The familiar aura bonded in blood, I don’t think you need me to spell it out.”

Qing Lan Fei looked up in utter disbelief, her eyes wide as she said slowly, gritting her teeth with every word: “Have you people….. captured my daughter? !”

“Sigh.” Seeing the woman look like she was becoming almost maniacal, Yan Po’s eyes was tinged with a sliver of pity.