Not long after, Little Miss Yuzhuang returned with drinks, three portions of a hundred-fruit drink. Because it included some rare fruits and used some secret recipe from a famous Jianghu doctor, the soup base required days and nights of simmering, so it was quite expensive.
She had already noticed Su Yao and thought she was a friend of the master, so she took the liberty of bringing a portion for her as well.
But Su Yao shook her head, as she had not had anything sweet for a long time.
The bitterness in her heart couldn’t be swallowed with sweetness, could it?
"I will notify the Elders of our sect first." Su Yao stood up.
Song Yan said, "Don’t forget the matter you promised me."
Su Yao coldly replied, "I guarantee it with my life."
Song Yan said, speechless, "Don’t make it about life or death... just take it seriously."
Su Yao turned and left.
Song Yan took out a jade pendant he had previously and handed it to Cao Yuzhuang, leaned over, and whispered, "Her name is Su Yao, the seventh Miss of the Southern Wu Sword Sect’s Su Family. If you enter the Wu Kingdom with this jade pendant, someone will take you to see her, and she will take care of you."
Little Miss Yuzhuang, who was focused on enjoying her fruit mix, was suddenly presented with "an extremely unexpected piece of information," leaving her wide-eyed and confused.
Song Yan said, "Remember what I said."
Little Miss Yuzhuang nodded blankly.
Song Yan said, "Repeat it."
Little Miss Yuzhuang was only mentally frozen, not foolish, so she lightly repeated what Song Yan had just said.
Song Yan was finally satisfied, saying, "Hide the jade pendant well." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
Little Miss Yuzhuang nodded and carefully hid the jade pendant, then furrowed her brows tightly and began to ponder deeply. She really didn’t know under what circumstances she would need to use this jade pendant or what the master meant by giving it to her.
Eight years of hellish life had long made her give up any thoughts of escape; anything that could help her escape seemed like a test.
In the early years, she had tried to escape. Once, there was no one on the road down the mountain, her sister leading her step by step. They were about to reach the mountain gate when a commotion arose behind them.
Her sister knew some martial arts, so she desperately protected her, waving a weapon while shouting, "Run, run fast."
She ran desperately, escaping in panic, but in the end... she was still caught and brought back. The wicked Demon Sect female disciple pricked her skin bit by bit with a needle. The needle was laced with a poison that was excruciatingly painful, and she screamed in agony while the Demon Sect disciple mockingly smiled and told her, "It’s all a test for you, if you didn’t run, nothing would happen."
Gradually, she adapted. She had long thought of herself as a humble, lowly ant that was afraid of death, living day by day. As for how long she could live, it entirely depended on the master’s will, so she must earnestly please the master and listen to his words.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Cultivation through Skin Making