The sound of the whip, Duanmu Che's screams of agony, Yan Shiba's hysterical laughter, and the howling wind all intertwined.
"Xiaoliang, this can't go on, the Fifth Prince has a frail body..." Lin Bojun's face was filled with anxiety. He was tasked to save the prince and he couldn't let Duanmu Che be beaten to death.
Su Liang heaved a deep sigh, "That woman is not easy to deal with. General Nian, would you do us a favor? Please spare him a bit. We promise not to cause you any more trouble."
Nian Jincheng, who was put down by Lin Bojun and was sitting against a rock, clearly saw Su Liang pleading with him earnestly, all while his hanging hand was discretely giving off signals.
Only Nian Jincheng could see it; Lin Bojun didn't notice a thing.
Understanding the signal, Nian Jincheng coldly remarked, "I've already reached a dead end. Why should I care if he lives or dies?"
Lin Bojun also sighed, "General Nian, you still have family in the Heavenly Prison."
