Back to the Gorge of Thousand Venoms, Xinzi did what he did best: mind-fucking. Zi Yao lay against a stone wall, her hands tied to adamantine chains that coiled around a long stalactite while her hips swayed left and right, and her elongated snake tail dragged on the ground.
"Bastard! Let go of me!"
"Oh, sweet little Yao'er, coming from you, I suppose the word 'bastard' is a compliment. After all, I have yet to create an army of over 10,000 mutant abominations—a feat that you accomplished with remarkable efficiency—given your resources, of course.
I wonder, when Dong Ling and Chun Xu realize what you've been up to, will they clap in a mix of shock and admiration, or outright cut all ties with you? Mhm...I think there's a world where Chun Xu just praises your wits. Dong Ling, however, I'm not so sure. Do you even care? Probably not. Hence why never being able to stand in your daughter's vicinity again is likely not much of a punishment for you."
