(Gift Bonus) I Only Made the Mistake Every Show-off Would Make

A dim environment, a warm prison cell.

On the cross, the Show-off looked exactly like some utterly vicious criminal, fixed there by several chains, spread out in the shape of the character for "big."

Who knew what method Murong Ziyan had used, but his cultivation had actually been suppressed to the point that he could not circulate even the slightest bit of True Yuan.

"Fuck! What the hell is going on? Why grab me and drag me to a prison cell for no reason!"

"What the hell are those red-hot scissors?"

Lin Heng looked utterly baffled, still unaware of the severity of the problem.

Before long, a hunched old man tottered in, a wine jug still in his hand. From far away, the reek of alcohol clinging to him could already be smelled.

Seeing that someone had finally appeared, Lin Heng shouted, "Hey! What exactly are you Messenger Guards doing? What does Murong Ziyan mean by this?"

The old man scratched at his sparse hair a few times, shook his head, and said, "What are you shouting for? This is the Harsh Punishment Office, not a place where you can yell as you please..."

The Harsh Punishment Office?!

The name was a little unfamiliar. He had never even heard of it.

"Ai! Truly young and promising, becoming chief steward at such a young age, unlike this old man, who's been in the palace for decades and is still just a blade-sharpening craftsman."

As he spoke, he took out the red-hot scissors and poured wine from the jug over them. The wine touched the blades, giving off a sizzle as the alcohol vaporized.

Lin Heng instantly panicked, feeling more and more that something was wrong. "What chief steward? What are you doing with scissors?"

The old man froze for a moment,