Pei Yu cursed as he belched from his drink, then grasped a whip and lashed it fiercely toward Gao Jian, who was tied up on a wooden frame.
"Gao Jian, Ga Cefu," Pei Yu hummed, "How glorious and proud Ga Cefu was back then? But what about now? Aren't you just the same, fallen to be my Pei Yu's prisoner?"
"You are pretty tough, holding on for so long, yet you still don't die!"
"You blind man, your eyeballs have already been gouged out by me. What are you still fighting for, still struggling for? I want to see what you can use to compete with me for favor!"
"He Su, that shameless woman, for the sake of Phoenix Blood, for Liang Shujun that cheap woman, drove me out of He Mansion back then. But now? Seeing that I've gained power, she flatters me every day. She should take a good look at her own ghostly conduct!"
"She caught that strange disease, her skin festering inch by inch, healing then festering again, stinking like a latrine. I, Pei Yu, am no longer the Pei Yu of the past!"
