Pain!
A pair of eyes, in pain as if being scorched by raging fires.
In so much pain that his whole body trembled, pain that almost took his life.
Yet Lan Qing remained silent and still, even as he convulsed in agony, he did not utter a word.
No begging for mercy, no cries for help, and even, no expression on his face.
"It seems the master has trained you well; even blinded, you remain so composed,"
Lan Fan looked at his gradually dimming eyes and laughed out loud: "I've finally destroyed the master's favorite disciple, finally destroyed, ha ha ha..."
That laughter, in the quiet Lingjiu Hall, where even the sound of a needle dropping could be heard, was especially chilling and terrifying.
But there was no one around.
They were all outside of Lingjiu Hall.
And the Palace Attendants serving Lan Qing were now locked up.
No one would come here, and no one would save him.
"Little junior brother, do you feel despair? Are you in agony right now, in despair?"
