"Master must be in a good mood. Something like that usually deserves 500 lashes at the least." He muttered to himself when he was sure he was out of earshot of said Master.
Rong Jian turned towards the tied up woman whe his subordinate had left, his eyes as cold as ever. He walked towards the side of the room where a table was placed next to a stand with a bowl filled with burning coal and a rod sticking out of it. On the table were barbed whips, hooks, and all manners of torture tools. He picked up the barbed whip as the woman could only helplessly watch him in horror.
"Poisonous Lingzhi Mushrooms." He stated in a matter-of-fact tone as he stalked towards the cross with the barbed whip in hand. Droplets of water were dripping off the barbs with each passing second.
