"Ah... how many more months are you going to last, you worthless piece of shit? That spear isn't something someone of your caliber should be able to obtain.
My master said it's at least at the level of a stellar sovereign, and your cultivation technique isn't far behind!
Just tell me already—where did you hide them?"
An irritated voice cut through the silence of an empty cultivation hall.
The owner of that voice was a young man with long white hair, carefully tied into a high bun, whose beauty could draw sighs from any woman who crossed his path.
He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, holding a closed fan, his chest rising and falling with irritated breaths.
Before him, with their arms raised and bound by chains extending from the ceiling, hung two figures.
A handsome young man with short black hair, and beside him, a woman whose appearance was so ethereal she looked more like a fairy straight out of an old painting.
