In the dark dungeons of Zhai Xing Lou, metal restraints were fastened to all four limbs of Gong Zhiyu. They trapped him in this gloomy, damp version of hell when a figure suddenly appeared before him.
Gong Zhiyu raised his head, only to lower it again when he realized the identity of the person.
"My son, are you blaming me?" The person standing before Gong Zhiyu was indeed Gong Qiang, who was wearing a gray robe.
"Father had nothing to do with it. This is what I deserve. I don't blame father." Gong Zhiyu spoke calmly.
Gong Qiang shook his head mildly as his gaze traveled from Gong Zhiyu's bloodied chest to the rest of his torn and battered body.
"Hui Yu is still too immature. He was overly harsh on you. You are his brother, how did he have the heart to do this?" With a certain tenderness, Gong Qiang reached out to caress Gong Zhiyu's cheek.
Gong Zhiyu instinctively turned to avoid his touch.
"I am too dirty and will taint father's hand."
