They arrived at Yi Si's cell.
The prisoner was awake but weak and listless, looking as if he were barely clinging to life.
As Bai Mo had expected, the man hadn't pulled out the Two Qi Flower on his head. In fact, the two sprouted leaves looked even sturdier.
The short disciple moved closer to the cell bars and stared for a moment.
"Hiss! Junior Brother, your methods are quite ruthless."
"It's true it won't kill him, but as a future sacrifice, this man's quality has certainly dropped."
He looked thoughtful.
"Junior Brother, how did you learn such a technique? Acting like this... it's really no different from the Demon Dao."
Despite his words, Bai Mo saw that he didn't take out any shackles and secretly sighed in relief.
"I ask for Senior Brother's guidance."
Glancing at his companion, who showed little reaction, the short disciple said:
"If you were to stop now, Junior Brother, that would be the simplest solution. We could just pretend nothing happened..."
