All she heard was a 'clack'.
Her arms were bound by a beautifully made chain.
It was a Restrictive Iron Lock, a mythical weapon used to imprison martial artists.
It is said that there are mostly three of these in the entire War Dragon Empire, and each of them are priceless.
Helian Wei Wei was someone who practiced martial arts, thus she was most familiar with the function of this kind of thing.
Was he seriously planning to lock her up?
Helian Wei Wei frowned.
She felt a slight chill on her wrist as he slowly touched her skin, "Look, it suits you well." His voice was still deep and calm, with a hint of comfort like the warm spring winds.
However, Helian Wei Wei could hear the danger hiding beneath that faint and gentle voice.
