At some point, a chair had appeared behind Fang Lin, as he casually sat down, comfortably observing the half-dead, emaciated man.
The emaciated man's lifeless eyes, bloodshot and wide, were fixed on Fang Lin, filled with deep enmity, anger, and now fear.
Before, the emaciated man had not shown the slightest fear towards Fang Lin, but now he had been tormented to the brink of death by the pill that Fang Lin had given him; he was now terrified, dreadfully afraid Fang Lin might give him more of those pills.
"Getting relief is simple," Fang Lin said indifferently, "I ask a question, and you answer it."
The emaciated man ground his teeth, wishing he could rush over and bite a chunk of flesh from Fang Lin, but he was powerless to do so; his limbs were broken, his Spirit Source sealed, rendering him useless.
"Ask your questions!" The emaciated man barely got out the words, the agony inside him known only to himself.