The dim environment, the blazing furnace, the red-hot iron tongs, and the breathtakingly beautiful woman with a smile that held no mirth in her eyes… The scene before him was undeniably sinister and terrifying.
A chill rose from the bottom of his heart, like a cold snake climbing up his spine, freezing deep into his marrow.
Jiang Shouzhong swallowed, feeling as if he might be dreaming.
He closed his eyes and then opened them again—the iron tongs were now in front of him, he could clearly sense the scorching temperature on his skin, the front end of the tongs glowing a demonic orange-red due to the high heat.
"Xie… Thank you, young lady, but… what exactly do you mean?"
Jiang Shouzhong realized his cultivation was restrained, and at that moment, he was completely like a lamb waiting for slaughter.
"What do I mean?"
