"I shall take my leave."
The next day, Zhang San slowly woke up in the dungeon, opening his heavy eyelids to scan his surroundings. Realizing he was in a cell, he let out a bitter laugh. After more than twenty years of loyal service to his master, he ended up in a situation where he was silenced through murder. Despite his hatred, he felt helpless.
"You're awake. Now speak," Tian Yi said as he saw his eyelids open, approaching him with a cold face.
Zhang San swallowed in his parched throat and turned his head toward a cup on the side table, reaching out to grab it, but ultimately failing to reach it.
Although Tian Yi was furious, he had not lost all humanity. He stepped forward, poured a cup of water, and handed it to him: "Drink."
"Thank you," came the hoarse, grateful voice, looking at Tian Yi.
After drinking the water, his throat did not feel as parched as before.
"You've had your water. Now talk."
