"Master, I've told you everything I did," Zhao Rongrong urgently began, "you mustn't just stand by and watch me die!"
"Everyone must pay a price for the things they've done," Zhong Niangyao looked at Zhao Rongrong, speaking with a hint of irony, "you've gained so much, it's only right that you should pay a price, isn't it?"
"Master, I'm willing to pay whatever price you ask, but please, save me," Zhao Rongrong pleaded even more desperately, "anything you want, as long as you save my life."
"Very well!" Zhong Niangyao responded briskly.
At her words, everyone present was stunned.
Initially, when Zhong Niangyao spoke, everyone thought that Zhao Rongrong was beyond saving. Or perhaps, Zhong Niangyao had decided not to save Zhao Rongrong. But now, Zhong Niangyao suddenly changed her tune and said that she could save Zhao Rongrong. For a moment, everyone was unsure if they had heard some kind of auditory illusion.