The red-clothed woman referred to "they," but who were "they"?
Lin Suqing's eyes were bloodshot, a surge of uncontainable malice choked up in his chest, almost breaking forth.
The Immortal Binding Rope tightened more and more, and his rage became increasingly less repressible. The angrier he grew, the tighter the rope bound him, until it nearly pushed the dagger embedded in his chest outward!
Seeing this, the red-clothed woman was taken aback, "The Immortal Binding Rope can't even bind you?"
"Perhaps I didn't stab deeply enough." She picked up the dagger and thrust it forcefully, piercing straight into the old wound on his chest, even wiggling the dagger to ensure it was secure. Then she drew another and stabbed into his waist!
Lin Suqing was furious, but even with his heart nearly exploding from rage, he could not contend with the Immortal Binding Rope, nor could he use any Spiritual Power to force the daggers buried inside his body out.
This wasn't him.