Ya City Jade Cave, freezing rain fell like bone-chiseling frost and snow.
Outside the Jade Cave, in a stone house that had been set up, Little Prison Guard Qing Lei held a soft whip in his hands. Upon seeing a sixty-year-old man fall onto the muddy ground with a bamboo basket on his back, he swiftly stepped forward, whipping before his colleagues could intervene.
"You're trying to be lazy again, aren't you? Shattering these jade stones, your old life can't compensate for them!" Qing Lei shouted loudly, as if he wanted others to overhear him.
He swung the whip down, which landed on the old mountain man's body. The old man instinctively wanted to wail in pain but realized the whip didn't actually hurt, which made him pause in confusion.
"Yell in pain, beg for mercy…" Qing Lei said anxiously.
"Oh, it hurts!!" The old man, realizing the young man was helping him, hurriedly cooperated and cried out in pain.
