The voice of Rong Jing came from outside the door, sinister and deep:
"The concentration of Heart-devouring Incense is excessive. If an ordinary person can't hold on, they will turn into an emotionless fool... How could I ever want Rong Heng to become a fool? What I'm anticipating is the day when you become a walking corpse. By then, the look on Gu Chengzhao and Rong Heng's faces will surely be interesting."
Of course, he didn't use such things on Rong Heng. Breaking a person's spirit with pain, although effective quickly, isn't perfect enough...
Gu Lan breathed a sigh of relief, couldn't help it for a moment, and sneered mockingly:
"Is that it? Is that it?"
"..."
Rong Jing was particularly easy to anger today, maybe because he hadn't met all day and was in a bad mood. He quickly ordered furiously: "Increase the Heart-devouring Incense, I want to see, Gu Lan, if your bones are as hard as your mouth."
