Senior Brother Luo

The pair of crimson eyes gleamed like two bright gems, reflecting a fire—not from the outside, but one projected from within his soul. The hatred, which could not be easily quenched, was a seed being watered in this very moment. Every single hit he endured, every slash wound, every whip, for seven straight days without food or water—Wen Ran was being tortured in an attempt to break him. But for someone who had lived for thousands of years and endured unimaginable pain, this was nothing.

At least mentally, the pain was bearable with this body. He was still too weak, though, and Wen Ran didn't know if he would ever leave this place alive. His gaze shifted to the man with the bald head. They shared a silent understanding. Wen Ran knew that the man hadn't done this out of malice, but did that make him innocent?