At the dark and gloomy base that smelled of blood and violence, Wei stepped in with Fu Renshu. The guards respectfully bowed. With every step that Wei took, the temperature dropped even further and the atmosphere turned frosty. At the far end, Wei saw Mo Huojin tied to the poles with his wrists cuffed to them.
The floor below him was stained with blood that dribbled down his face and arms. There were deep bruises and cuts on his face, chest and arms. His breathing was so slow as if every breath carried an insurmountable pain. His skin had almost turned blue by all the torture that he was subjected to.
Mo Huojin's ears twitched as he heard someone's light steps walking towards him. His eyelids fluttered, and it took a few moments to adjust his focus. The blurry image before got clearer, and he saw someone's feet.
