Soon, it felt as though Zhao Yan's body had been filled with chili water, an inhuman pain that was unbearable. In the beginning, she bit down hard on her teeth and endured it, but as time went on, she could not bear it any longer. She cried out in pain and began to contort and struggle, trying to break free from Ye Wudao's control.
"Ms. Zhao, bear with it, unless you really want to die. However, I see that you are not as ready to let go as you claim. I hope you won't make me waste my time and energy. There won't be a second chance,"
Ye Wudao's voice rang in her ears. Amidst her muddled state, Zhao Yan clenched her teeth so hard that she drew blood from her lips, but it also snapped her to some clarity. She forcibly endured and stopped struggling.
Time seemed to stretch on endlessly; for Ye Wudao it was only about ten minutes, but for Zhao Yan, it was as if a decade had passed.
