Confession

Bonecracker and Marrowdrinker, Tendon Ripper and Skin Flayer—the four brothers swayed miserably as they climbed to their feet.

When Hu Xinzhu had ordered his subordinates to flee on their own, the four brothers had remained where they were. It was not that they were unafraid of death, nor that they wished to live and die alongside Hu Xinzhu. They simply had nowhere to run—when it came to torture, they were peerless experts, but their personal strength was appallingly weak. Even if they had tried to run, they could not have escaped.

So they wisely stayed put. When Lin Po's tiger roar had sucked Luo Jiben back, they too had been knocked unconscious by the shockwave. Yet their wills were far tougher than ordinary people's. After being out for a while, they stubbornly roused themselves from unconsciousness and struggled up from the ground.

Lin Po, who had been tugging at Lin Qi and asking him all sorts of questions about his daily life in Black Abyss Divine Prison, raised his brows in surprise. "Oh? These four little fellows aren't bad. I figured they'd stay unconscious for another quarter of an hour. Didn't expect them to wake up so quickly."

He gave Lin Qi a hard slap, and with a smack, Lin Qi sank below the knees into the mountain rock again. Lin Qi shook his head helplessly and pulled his legs free with a bitter smile. His boots and trousers had turned into scraps, leaving his two pale bare legs exposed. Faced with an absurdly powerful old ancestor like Lin Po, Lin Qi could only sigh helplessly at the heavens.

Hu Xinzhu strode over, lowered his voice, and said gravely to the four brothers, "Ask no questions. Once we return, say nothing. Keep those mouths of yours shut! Give Prince of