World 1 - Lord Nine Thousand (7)

"Have you had your fill of food and drink?"

But the youth seemed completely oblivious to the implication in Du Chao Gong's words, merely replying obediently, "Many thanks to Lord Nine Thousand for the hospitality."

Stubborn and refusing to yield.

The young man let out a soft sneer, but seeing that those eyes were truly without a ripple, he said leisurely, "Has the Seventh Prince ever heard of the 'Execution Table'?"

Chu Feng Qi shook his head. "I have never heard of it."

"It is a torture device designed by the previous Director. First, the prisoner's limbs are fixed to a wooden bed, and while they are interrogated, a blade is slowly lowered."

Amidst the eerie and grim atmosphere of the dungeon, such a description was enough to make one's soul fly away in terror. Chu Feng Qi cooperatively put on a frightened expression. Under Du Chao Gong's satisfied gaze, his eyes grew misty with tears, as if he had been scared beyond endurance.

The young man truly thought he was terrified and deliberately spoke with malice, "This blade falls at random; no one knows where it will strike. Before long, the one being interrogated will be on their knees begging for mercy."

"To this day, no one has been able to escape its questioning."

Chu Feng Qi widened his eyes, his pale-colored pupils shimmering with timid tears, his frail body looking as if it were about to collapse to the ground. Du Chao Gong found this reaction rather boring, but in the next second, his hem was gripped tightly by a hand. Du Chao Gong's pupils constricted, while the youth looked up, the tip of his nose red, his voice tragic: "Lord Nine Thousand won't treat me like that, right? I am very obedient."

Du Chao Gong could not stand others being so close to him. He kicked Chu Feng Qi squarely in the chest, as if kicking away a piece of disgusting trash. His usually cold and somber face was now even more terrifying; those who knew him understood he was truly enraged.

The youth panicked and hurriedly let go of the hem, enduring the kick to let the young man vent his anger.

Du Chao Gong had not expected this person to dare touch him. He drew his sword, intending to slay Chu Feng Qi on the spot.

The youth withdrew his tearful gaze and proactively moved closer to the blade, just like that night when he had risked his life without fear of death.

"Though my status is lowly, my loyalty is not false." Chu Feng Qi no longer showed any sign of fear or panic. The tears in his eyes had vanished completely, his voice was sincere, and the depths of his eyes clearly reflected the young man's figure, unable to be hidden.

"I have no attachments. You may use poisoned wine to test my heart as you wish."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop several degrees. Chu Feng Qi knew he had touched Du Chao Gong's "reverse scale," but there was no turning back now.