Qin Yun also sensed the scene within the dungeon. His gaze turned colder.
Inside the dungeon, Qin An was tied to a wooden frame. Beside him was a charcoal stove and the charcoal inside it was burning red with flames billowing out of it. A metal rod was being heated inside the stove and two prison wardens sitting beside him were mumbling under their breaths, "Young Master Qin An, don't you blame us. It was ordered by Lord County Governor. We have to let you enjoy this once a day. If we disobey the order, the ones enjoying this would be the both of us."
"Don't worry, no matter how severe the punishment, you will not die! We will ensure that you do not die. If you were to die, we would be in great trouble as well."
One of the prison wardens glanced at the charcoal stove. "It will be ready in a short while. According to the rules, we have to brand you five times. Hey, Old Fu, is the salt prepared?"
