Vermilion Bird looked at the whip tightly gripped in Zhan Lan's hand, a whip specially selected by the Master, studded with dense, tiny spikes.
The whip was already soaked with saltwater, and once it struck a person's body, the flesh would burst open, causing an agonizing pain that penetrated to the bone.
He still remembered the Master's instructions before she left—to keep a close watch on Li Sui and not let her die.
To make sure to torture her every day.
For such a malicious woman, this was what she deserved.
Vermilion Bird felt a pang of sympathy for Madam. For eighteen years, she, like the Master, had never received maternal love.
Perhaps Madam was even more pitiable. Her mother had given all her love to another's daughter, while at least when his Master's mother was lucid, she loved the Master.
At least she was there as the Master grew up.
Even if that love was perverted, it was still better than Madam being deceived all these years.