"Lost your voice, have you?"
Under the tranquil night sky, the sound of incessant slapping echoed.
Suddenly, Qin Fan commanded in a deep voice.
Liao Yuanhang, who had momentarily resigned himself to fate, unclenched his teeth and said, "I'm sorry!"
"Continue!" Qin Fan ordered, his face devoid of emotion.
The sound of self-inflicted slaps, mixed with the mantra-like apologies, became the main melody under the night sky.
Across from Liao Yuanhang, the seventeen soldiers remained lost in a state of utter bewilderment.
A Master of Dark Energy is kneeling before us? A member of the Liao Family is slapping his own face and apologizing to us? Liao Yuanhang, the one supposedly backed by a master from the Heavenly List, has been brought this low? Any single one of these events would be absolutely unbelievable! And yet, all of them are happening right before our very eyes.
The sound of slapping grew fainter. The apologies grew weaker.
