"Ah——"
Screams echoed through the desolate valley and lingered for a long time before they were replaced by feeble moans.
"I'm starting to miss Chu Liang..."
If we hadn't played him, even if we couldn't defeat Red Cotton Peak, we could still live a rich life by sharing profits. Why do we have to suffer here?"
"Dad..."
Huyan Bin was bound by the side, drenched in blood, and constantly groaning.
Although Huyan Dong, standing in front of him, had been sealed for a long time, his clothes were still tidy. Perhaps the Clan of Wild Mountain Disciples knew that as a powerful figure in the Seventh Realm, even if his combat power wasn't outstanding, his Taoist Heart was absolutely firm and unshakable by their means, so they didn't even bother to attack him.
They were just focusing on torturing Huyan Bin.
They were practically turning this son into a grandson.
Huyan Dong's relationships had abruptly jumped a generation.
