Qin De collapsed to the ground, his eyes rolling back, drooling from the mouth, convulsing uncontrollably. The intense pain from the Soul Search was nearly enough to make him faint, but he forcibly held his breath to maintain his consciousness.
Wang Yu looked down at him, his gaze somewhat complex.
"He truly is a talent," he thought deep within, "What a pity."
In Wang Yu's view: If someone like Qin De had been born into a prominent family, with a background and backing, how could it have come to this?
Qin De authored the "Saint Thief Scripture," though it opposed orthodox Confucianism, it was not a crime worthy of death. If he were a high-ranking descendant, they would have found ways to maneuver — such as labor, compensation and settlement, or sentence reduction. There would always be a way.
But Qin De had no background.
His only foundation was the Confucian Cultivator Group. And the "Saint Thief Scripture" made him a mortal enemy to this group.
