"Ah... you'll see, Senior Brother Qingyi won't—"
"Shut the fuck up, you fucking little faggot." A sharp crack echoed through the valley as a pair of heavy boots slammed down hard on a young man's face.
His head snapped back with a horrible crack, his nose broken in an instant, his eyes immediately watering.
He was Peng Tao, Chen Wei's servant.
The young man was a complete wreck.
His clothes were torn and stained, and a pool of blood continued to grow slowly beneath him.
He had been kidnapped the day before, and, frustrated by Qingyi's delay, his captors had decided to have a little fun while they waited.
First they broke some of his fingers, one by one. Now, they were arguing animatedly to see who could disfigure him most creatively.
They were sadistic, cruel sons of bitches, demons in cultivator's robes, without a shred of orthodox honor.
