"Hmm?"
A young man came to his senses, feeling a sour taste in his mouth. He also felt like his back was resting on the rough surface, which was different from the bed he used to sleep on.
"How does it taste?" A voice fell in the man's ears.
The young man abruptly opened his eyes and saw Xu Shan standing with a plate in front of his eyes.
"Who are you? What did you do to me?!"
The heir of the Saint Clan noticed that his hands were tied behind his back. He couldn't even feel his body anymore. Let alone freeing himself, he couldn't even move a single finger.
"Who am I?" Xu Shan laughed. "Now you are hurting my feelings. Remember the good old days when you came to meet me? And now you don't even recognise me? How cruel."
"You... You are..."
The young man's pupils trembled as he came to a realization.
"You are that bastard who ran away!"
