Yin Hongxue's crazed whip relentlessly lashed out at Jiang Tong. Yet Jiang Tong stood firm, silencing his cries of pain as if the flesh being whipped wasn't part of his own body, allowing Yin Hongxue to thrash him mercilessly.
Jiang Tong only hoped that after Yin Hongxue vented her fury, she would be moved by a shred of compassion and agree to his request.
However, Jiang Tong had clearly overestimated Yin Hongxue's conscience. Her whips came one after another, as if she were flogging an animal.
Particularly because Jiang Tong kept silent, not begging for mercy, which infuriated Yin Hongxue even more. How could she derive any satisfaction or vent her malicious feelings if her prey didn't even scream in pain?
"Yin Hongxue, stop!"
Just as Yin Hongxue ferociously wielded her whip in relentless strikes, a frantic shout came from below, followed swiftly by a figure shooting upward.
Jiang Tong's face changed drastically upon seeing the newcomer.