Zhao Dong's eyes were bloodshot as he roared, "This is a forced confession! I didn't steal anything! That bastard Jiang Feng framed me! He's the one who framed me!"
"Damn it! How dare you slander the Grand Elder? I'll whip you to death!" the disciple snarled, enraged, swinging the leather whip in his hand once more.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The lashes fell like rain, but Zhao Dong clenched his jaw, refusing to let out a single cry of pain.
Just then, the cell door was thrown open. A young woman dressed in white gauze slowly walked into the cell.
"Senior Sister Ling'er," the disciple said, quickly bowing his head in greeting.
Ling'er waved her hand. "You can go. I'll have a talk with him."
"Yes!" The disciple set down the whip and turned to leave.
"Heh, are you here to laugh at me?" Zhao Dong glared at Ling'er with his blood-red eyes.
Ling'er was Hai Dongqing's partner, the same one who had just been jeering at him.
