Song Ciwan approached. On the ground, Steward Luo was tense with anticipation!
Though he lay on the ground looking completely powerless, it was clear he was merely preparing for a last-ditch counter-attack.
Song Ciwan stopped three feet from Steward Luo and slowly drew a long whip from her sleeve.
Steward Luo's eyes flew open. Turning his head anxiously, he asked Song Ciwan, "What are you doing?"
Song Ciwan said coolly, "Didn't you say I could kill you or torture you as I please? I've always had a soft spot for the dying, and I'm more than willing to grant your wish. In that case, how about three thousand lashes first? It won't be too late to kill you after that."
As she spoke, she raised her hand and cracked the whip with lightning speed.
WHAP!
The long whip landed on Steward Luo, making the golden light around his body shimmer erratically.
