Chen Xun immediately dropped to one knee without hesitation, lowered his head, and said respectfully, "Chen Xun pays his respects to his master."
Qin Yan looked down at the Holy Son of the Temple of Time kneeling before him, a mocking smile tugging at his lips.
There was a hint of amusement in his voice. "I liked that proud, defiant look you had earlier better."
Chen Xun hurriedly forced a fawning smile. "Master, you must be joking. Just treat what I said earlier like a fart and let it go."
His handsome face was plastered with an ingratiating expression. Not a trace remained of the pride or reserve befitting the Holy Son of a mighty faction.
Qin Yan paid Chen Xun no further attention and turned his gaze to Qian Xi.
"Tell me your choice."
Beads of sweat rolled down Qian Xi's cheeks one after another. She gritted her teeth, enduring the agony that kept eating away at her soul.
She wanted to stand firm, as Chen Xun had at first.
But then she remembered how he had thrashed wildly in the seawater from the pain, unable to last even ten seconds.
Her heart sank despite herself.
She knew Chen Xun's resolve. Though it was not as hard as iron, he was certainly no weak-willed man.
If even he had broken in less than ten seconds, she could well imagine how terrifying that pain must have been.
The "ordinary" pain she was enduring already felt as if it would kill her. If it multiplied several times over, she feared she truly would die from the agony.
"Qian Xi pays her respects to her master."
Qian Xi gritted her teeth and forced the words out through the piercing pain.
"Ah—!"
The moment she finished speaking, the agony in her body abruptly