The two were whispering, but nearby, the Supervisory Commander was a Purple Abode Realm cultivator, sharp of hearing and sight. How could their voices escape his ears?
The Supervisory Commander's face changed, his wrist flicked, and the barbed whip snapped down on them, scolding, "Who told you to speak?! You're quite bold!"
"Snap! Snap! Snap!"
A series of sharp whipping sounds rang out. The two curled up on the ground, groaning incessantly, yet daring not to resist.
Or rather, they had resisted before, only to learn a harsher, crueler lesson. Over a hundred years had passed, and the Cannon Fodder Camp had long ground down all their edges.
Yes, these two were once the Kang Commandery Prince and Prince Dexin.
Back then, many had been thrown into the Cannon Fodder Camp with them, but scarcely any survived to this day.
