143 Tai Yang’s Advisor (XIII)

In the deepest and darkest corner of a solitude prison, a small figure was curled up in a small ball. The prison was too dark that one would not be able to discern who the figure was that was hiding in the dark.

However, after rounds of interrogation, the figure had kept their lips tight and hadn't spoken a word all day.

And now, it was already nightfall.

Those open wounds were half dry, but the pain lingered all over her body like her bones were about to shatter into a million pieces if someone touched it.

The moon was high up in the sky, but in such a prison, no one was able to see even the end of the light from the bright moon. Only the torch lights were the only light source in the entire prison, but even with that, it didn't make the heart peaceful, but instead, made one feel like they were in the doors to hell.

The night was calm and silent, but it was only in the early stages…