Descending the steps, Yun Zheng walked to a wall full of torture instruments and turned around to sit on a very imposing ebony armchair.
Then, he slightly tilted his chin toward the direction of the cell.
Yun Wanye: "..."
Dad really treats him like a subordinate!!!
Sighing in resignation, he placed the lantern he was holding into a specially left gap in the wall, then headed toward the cell.
With a click, the door opened, and hearing the sound, the filthy man curled up in the corner began to tremble violently, panting heavily like a bull.
He widened his eyes, staring intently at the doorway, but apart from a blurry figure, he couldn't make out the person's face.
In contrast, with Inner Strength empowering him and excellent vision, Yun Wanye wasn't affected by the lighting at all.
He could clearly see the look of fear and panic on the man's face not far away, his body shaking like a sieve.
The man was terrified, completely engulfed by overwhelming fear.
