Wang Jian and Wang Yiming were both stunned by this plain, unadorned name. It was like someone telling you that "chopsticks" should just be called "bamboo sticks."
"Water Torture? Did… did you come up with this yourself, Lord?"
Shen Hao was about to shake his head—how could a five-good-youth, who'd received nine years of compulsory education, invent such a perverse punishment? But then he realized, if he denied it, he'd have to make up some excuse to smooth things over; better to just admit it and save himself the hassle.
"Mhm." Shen Hao nodded. From this moment on, his name was eternally carved alongside "Water Torture."
"Lord, I don't understand. That's just ordinary water—maybe a bit cold at most. There's no way dripping it down could actually hurt anyone. Why does Zhang De look like he's in so much pain?" Wang Yiming also didn't get it. Unlike Wang Jian, he didn't overthink it and simply asked directly.
