"Old Ancestor, your grandson will go to the Hall of Punishment and handle this matter now."
Wei Liangbo could not wait to kill Jiang Ping An.
Stroking his beard, Wei Zhouchen said leisurely, "Young people are simply too impatient. Killing someone is easy, but it will not make the enemy suffer, nor will it achieve the purpose of revenge."
"The Hall of Punishment can hold untried suspects for up to half a year. Let that arrogant fellow be locked up there for half a year first. In any case, he is an outsider, and that woman Li Xi is finished too. No one will bail him out."
"Let Jiang Ping An suffer fear, pain, and anxiety while awaiting judgment. A trial left hanging in the air is the most painful and tormenting thing."
Hearing Wei Zhouchen's instruction, Wei Liangbo benefited greatly. "I will heed Old Ancestor's teachings!"
"Mm. Sit properly again. I will teach you a divine art."
Wei Zhouchen also deeply hated Jiang Ping An. It was because Jiang Ping An had participated in the Sacred Blood Competition back then that the Wei Family had failed to obtain the Sacred Blood.
Moreover, every time he saw Jiang Ping An's face, it reminded him of Li Xi's hateful face.
The two were far too alike. Their gazes, expressions, and even their personalities seemed carved from the same mold. Both were equally repulsive.
Following Wei Zhouchen's advice, Wei Liangbo did not go identify Jiang Ping An directly.
As long as he did not identify him, Jiang Ping An would be detained for half a year, suffering in anticipation.
Thinking of this made Wei Liangbo happy.
Such despicable tactics would indeed work on others.
Most people would become restless and anxious if they were imprisoned in the [Prison of Gods].
After all,