"I guess… the only thing I can do is keep him satisfied," Zhang San said quietly. "As long as he's pleased… maybe I'll survive this."
Shaking his head, Zhang San picked up the wooden stick and carefully returned it to his storage ring.
Then, slowly, he turned his attention to the motionless figure lying on the table.
Master Xie Yan.
Only now did Zhang San finally look at him properly.
Walking over, he placed a hand on the man's chest, as if examining him but the faint smile on his face carried a different meaning.
"Well then… let's put on a proper show, shall we?" Zhang San said lightly, as if he had already accepted everything.
But while Zhang San had come to terms with his fate… Xie Yan had not.
"W-Where are you touching me?!" Xie Yan's voice rang out in panic, yet not a single word escaped his lips.
His body remained completely still.
