I’ll Whistle for You

When Ye Qingxuan regained consciousness, it felt like his head was cracking apart. In the underground room that had been transformed into a prison, he was half naked and soaked in some sticky liquid. Breathing was difficult. He could not feel blood flowing and had lost his sense of aether. He felt drowsy too and could not collect his thoughts.

"Hey, do you have to be so serious?" Ye Qingxuan rasped out, struggling to open his eyes. "Can't you just use a rope?"

"How can a rope be suitable for someone of your status?" Naberius snickered. "You're experiencing the treatment of a grandmaster right now. How is it? Happy?"

"F*ck you."

"I'm reassured seeing how feisty you are." Naberius nodded in satisfaction. "I'll have Mordred accompany you during the wait so you won't be lonely. He's really obedient and you can ask him for anything you need, even bedtime stories. Don't worry, it won't be long. It'll be your turn in a few hours."