Chapter 181: Empathy
Jun Mo Xie narrowed his eyes in suspicion but without any power to make Zed talk, he remained quiet.
Zed also noticed Jun Mo Xie's suspicious gaze at him which is why he diverted the topic.
"I now understand why you call this place your workshop. But, can you tell me what exactly this place is? Is it a prison? A torture chamber? What is it to the Crimson Blood Cult?"
"This place huh..." Jun Mo Xie habitually rubbed his chin as he thought of an answer.
"...I guess you could call it the 'Hatchery'."
Seeing Zed's inquisitive look, Jun Mo Xie explained.
"This place is basically a breeding ground to create the Crimson Blood Sect's strongest soldiers."
"They come from all origins, from captured slaves or prisoners to aristocrats with noble bloodline."
"Everyone here are forced to either die or improve."
Zed then asked, "By dying you mean... being poisoned?"
Jun Mo Xie nodded.
