Underneath the manor.
In the underground prison built specifically for Mr. Yin.
The once self-proclaimed charming Protector Yin, now in utter disarray, akin to a filthy beggar, was shackled by iron chains at the clavicle, suspended in an iron cage, stripped of dignity and freedom.
Surviving each day on only two buns and a bowl of water.
This ordeal is even more miserable than when he once roamed the streets, fighting wild dogs for food.
At least he had his freedom then.
"How are you considering, Mr. Yin?" Yue Mei'Er slowly walked in, wearing a pair of pink shoes.
"Miss Mei, give up on this idea. I will not betray the Lord." Upon hearing Yue Mei'Er's voice, Mr. Yin slightly lifted his head and said.
"Mr. Yin, you are quite stubborn. Your Sect Leader is your Lord, but isn't the Saint Heir as well?" Yue Mei'Er said, "The Sect Leader will grow old eventually, while the Saint Heir's future is bright. Aren't you going to consider your own future?"
