Chapter 82
Callack had planned for this moment for days.
Endured for it.
The scavengers tortured them almost daily. Whenever they felt like it. They did not care if someone died. They did not bother to heal them afterward. Blood dried where it fell. Wounds festered.
Brutal.
Heinous.
But simple.
They were making sure none of them could cultivate.
Most of the prisoners were cultivators. A few were not. The majority were Stage One. Two of them had barely stepped into Stage Two.
Weak.
Especially against an organization this large.
The scavengers' method was cruel but effective. Constant pain. Constant stress. No peace. No focus.
No cultivation.
For most.
But Callack was different.
While others trained in calm environments, breathing in peace and stillness, Callack had created his own technique.
One born in hardship.
One that thrived in pressure.
Pain did not hinder him.
Pain sharpened him.
That was why he had reached the peak of Stage One.
Silently.
