With a splash, Bian Lao Er was stirred by a damp chill. His muddled consciousness gradually revived, and at the same time, a piercing pain seemed to arrive belatedly from the pipa bones in his shoulders, making him let out a muffled groan.
Slowly opening his eyes, Bian Lao Er's eyes bulged, bloodshot veins crisscrossing them. He instinctively exerted force with both arms, only to hear the clatter of iron chains. The pain in his shoulders became even more pronounced.
"You... are Liang Muqiu of the Meng Family?"
As Bian Lao Er's gaze shifted and took in the entire room, Liang Muqiu, dressed in men's clothing, also entered his sight.
Bian Lao Er had been in Lingwu City for some time. He had not spent all his time and energy on trivial matters, so he naturally knew and understood Liang Muqiu, an important figure in the Meng Family.
The moment he recognized Liang Muqiu, his heart sank. He felt that this time, the odds were stacked heavily against him.
Of course, the unceasing pain kept stimulating his nerves, leaving his mind exceptionally clear. He had already realized that the so-called Demonic Path expert from Liang Prefecture had merely been a smokescreen. The Meng Family's true target was him!
But why?
Bian Lao Er could not understand how his whereabouts had been exposed, nor how the Meng Family had learned his identity.
Fine, even if the Meng Family knew his identity and origins, was there any need for them to deal with him so ruthlessly?
Were they not worried that, if something went wrong and he escaped back to Prince Fu's Mansion, he would provoke Prince Fu to suppress Meng Zhao?
Or did the Meng Family not know who he was at all, and had merely mistaken him for that Demonic