Pay Them a Visit on Your Knees!

After receiving word of the clash at the Silver Willow Pill Workshop, Jiang Yan flew into a rage. He didn't bring any subordinates, but used his movement technique to get there as fast as he could.

Crash!

Jiang Yan shoved open the doors of the Silver Willow Pill Workshop and swept his gaze around. On the plaza, he saw White Crane Merchant Association disciples sprawled across the ground, their faces bruised and swollen.

Most of them were clutching their arms or legs, groaning loudly or softly.

A few had already passed out.

Clearly, the Silver Willow Pill Workshop's guards had lost the clash with the Da Jin Merchant Association—and been injured in the process.

Miao Xiao Hong had fared even worse.

Bound in layer upon layer of rope like a giant rice dumpling, he hung upside down from a beam as someone lashed him again and again with a leather whip.

Whip marks crisscrossed his face, leaving him bloody and raw. He looked utterly miserable.

Jiang Yan took a deep breath, then looked toward Miao Xiao Hong again.

Suddenly, the ropes binding Miao Xiao Hong snapped apart with a series of sharp cracks. He drifted lightly to the ground and slowly settled onto it.

Jiang Yan went to his friend's side and felt his pulse. Only then did he let out a quiet breath of relief.

It was nothing serious.

Miao Xiao Hong looked wretched, but in truth, he hadn't been badly hurt. Most of his injuries were superficial—frightening to look at, but little more.

Miao Xiao Hong opened his eyes. Seeing a familiar face, he grinned and said,

"I'm fine. These guys wanted to drag me over to their side to work for them and refine pills so they could make money. They only wanted to teach me a