The sisters Murong Yaoguang and Murong Xin had been very close.
When she learned that her younger sister Murong Xin had been killed, Murong Yaoguang was grief-stricken.
To take revenge personally, she had even been willing to use her authority to expose a spy hidden among the enemy's upper ranks.
Now, her sister's killer was right before her.
Hatred filled Murong Yaoguang's eyes as a short blade condensed in her hand.
She walked up to Jiang Ping An, grabbed his hair with one hand, raised the short blade in the other, and plunged it toward him.
Squelch.
Jiang Ping An's left eye was pierced. Blood ran down his tear trough, and pain made his body go rigid and tremble.
Murong Yaoguang had expected to hear Jiang Ping An scream.
Yet Jiang Ping An remained silent, merely clenching his teeth as the muscles in his neck tensed.
"Bastard! Scream!"
Murong Yaoguang twisted the short blade hard, churning the flesh inside. She wanted to hear Jiang Ping An scream so she could vent her rage.
The grating sound of the blade scraping his eye socket mingled with the sound of flesh being churned, exceptionally clear in the dim cell.
But Jiang Ping An was like a mute, not making a single sound.
Seeing that Jiang Ping An still refused to make a sound, Murong Yaoguang pulled out the blade and stabbed it into his right eye.
Squelch.
His right eye was pierced.
Jiang Ping An clenched his teeth so hard from the pain that they shattered, but he still remained silent.
Unable to vent the fury in her heart, Murong Yaoguang grew even more enraged.
"I, the Goddess, command you to scream!"
Gripping the blade, Murong Yaoguang stabbed Jiang Ping An's body in a frenzy.
Squelch, squelch.
The blade tore through Jiang