Ning Yin was no easy person to deal with. Even with anger in her heart, she had to make long-term plans.
Yu Lingxi stood a while longer, and seeing Ning Yin didn’t come out again, she turned to leave.
At that moment, the doors of the Beast Arena opened, and a familiar black shadow was roughly pushed out, chains and shackles clanking.
“That’ll teach you to run off!”
The abuser, a man with a brutish face, shouted hoarsely, “The distinguished guest has been waiting for you for two cups of tea’s time, go kowtow and apologize now!”
Seeing that figure, Yu Lingxi momentarily forgot to leave, standing stunned in the crowd, witnessing the absurd bizarreness of this world.
The black-robed youth had been shackled and was kicked behind the knee, immediately falling to the ground, the medicine he had just bought scattering everywhere.
He looked somewhat disheveled, yet his back remained straight, pale lips pressed into a line. He supported himself on his knees, trembling as he tried to stand up, but failed.
Two men dressed as guards, fierce and evil, stepped forward and pressed down hard on his shoulders, and the youth fell to his knees again with a thud.
“Let him off this time, we still need him for the duel later.”
A corpulent man in brocade robes emerged from a carriage, wearing a ridiculous opera mask, holding ornamental walnuts in his hand as he stood before the carriage: “If he’s beaten too badly, what’s the point of the duel?”
Hearing this, the two guards finally released the youth.
“You’re lucky the distinguished guest is willing to pay a high price for you to enter the arena.”
One of them kicked the youth and said viciously: “Little beast, aren’t you going to welcome the distinguished guest’s arrival?”
The youth hung his head, a deep, dark gloom beneath his mask, and in this humiliating posture, he crawled to the carriage, then gradually lowered his thin back.
“Look at him, truly a good dog!”
The brightly dressed men and women around laughed mockingly, as if the youth pressed to the ground was some filthy, contemptible thing, their eyes filled with disdain and disgust.
The man in the carriage seemed satisfied with his performance. Patting his fat belly, he placed his immaculate boot on the youth’s back, actually using him as a footstool to descend!
The man was corpulent, his weight extraordinary.
The youth groaned, his entire upper body sinking under the weight, his hands bulging with veins, trembling.
The blue-black half-mask was knocked off, rolling to one side, revealing the youth’s injured, pale, handsome face.
Sweat trickled down his jaw, and loose hair fell across his forehead, hiding those gloomy eyes.
At that moment, the last glimmer of hope in Yu Lingxi’s heart vanished completely.
It was as if a heavy hammer fell beside her ear, thundering.
Through the shifting figures, she instinctively stepped back, feeling some understanding crumbling, a world turned upside down.
That was indeed Ning Yin, Ning Yin in his youth.
That imperious Regent, that eternally noble in purple robes, smiling as he slaughtered, the madman who three years later would make the entire world tremble at his name…
Was now being viciously trampled underfoot, kneeling and kowtowing to a nobleman of unknown name.