Half an hour later, Lin Changfeng, completely restrained and bound to a chair, slowly regained consciousness.
He opened his eyes and saw Cheng Zongyang smiling cheerfully at him, and his expression immediately darkened. He then discovered he was tied to a chair, unable to move, and finally realized the predicament he was in.
He tried to circulate the Spiritual Power in his body, only to find that his lower leg was gone, and both his Cultivation and Divine Sense had been sealed.
"Bastard!! If you're going to kill me, just do it. Why go through all this trouble?" Lin Changfeng's reaction was somewhat unexpected to Cheng Zongyang; he wasn't shouting and screaming, but speaking with great calm.
Lin Changfeng knew he had no strength left to resist and could only accept his defeat. But he had no intention of begging for mercy, merely staring at Cheng Zongyang with a blank expression.
Losing a part of his leg didn't drive him into a frenzy. At worst, he would only die.
