Inside the shattered, pitch-black wooden inn, creaking sounds rang out.
"We'll be there soon. Heh heh."
Shen Zhao stood at the entrance to the underground passage, which was covered in warning tape. Dragging the two of them along, he arrived at the chilly underground area—the former birthplace of the Shen family.
"Xiao Xuan, do you remember? The basement was where we first 'made our fortune.' Back then, my abilities were insufficient, so I could only pull a few tricks in a dark basement like this and help you grow bit by bit. When you came of age, Xiao Xuan, I handed the entire inn over to you. Before the people from the Dihua Ability Institute discovered us, you did quite well."
"Let's look back on those wonderful times..."
"Yu Jing, hurry up and use your self-healing ability to repair your hands."
Shen Zhao threw Yu Jing directly onto the ground, releasing the Boiling Blood restriction around the wounds on his arms. He even actively infused Yu Jing with vitality, stimulating his arms to regrow.
"To prevent you from having some other trump card for escaping, I'll place a little restriction on you."
Even though Yu Jing's legs could not be restored and his body was severely wounded, Shen Zhao still worried that Yu Jing might find an opportunity to escape during the upcoming 'entertainment time.' After all, Yu Jing was also a 'Chosen One,' so he had to be treated cautiously.
He immediately applied some 'insurance.'
Forced Blood Slave
When Shen Zhao's finger touched Yu Jing's chest, a drop of essence blood seeped into his heart and rapidly spread throughout his body through the circulatory system.
For an ordinary person, the blood would transform them into a human blood slave controlled by Shen Zhao.
However, Shen Zhao did not control