"So you're telling me that you had me dragged out of my cell and paraded through the Unclean Realm for nothing but a chat with a lackey?!" she blurted out, aghast. Well, at least this servant acknowledged her innate superiority. That was something. Not much, but more than she had gotten from anyone else here.

She took to pacing, her head held high and posture proud as if she didn't mostly want to use the opportunity to stretch her legs after having been locked up in her dreadfully small cell for far too long.

"I'm going to be released at once, of course," she went on. A matter of course. "And I wish to be returned to my sect, the Yingchuan Wang." Her throat clenched with dismay. If her sect still existed. They would have fought for the Wen, if the Wen were defeated...