Volume One, Chapter Ninety-Three
After returning from the Eight Suns Dragon Sect, Zhao Fu came to the great prison.
Long Yang was now locked inside, leaning against the wall in tattered clothes, his hair disheveled. He looked utterly bedraggled.
Zhao Fu walked over and said with a smile, "You can leave Great Qin now!"
Long Yang glared at Zhao Fu with hateful eyes. "You'd be kind enough to let me go? I don't believe your bullshit."
With a faint smile, Zhao Fu looked into Long Yang's eyes and said, "You really can leave. It is thanks to your mother and the others."
Long Yang's expression turned ugly as he shouted furiously, "What did you do to them?"
Zhao Fu gave a wicked smile. "What do you think? You should be thanking them properly. Otherwise, I would never have let you off."
"Bastard!"
Long Yang charged forward in fury, pounding the cell door with all his strength. Like a wild beast, he wanted to rush out and chop Zhao Fu into minced meat.
Zhao Fu smiled as he watched Long Yang go mad. He stretched out a hand, and countless wisps of black aura drifted toward Long Yang, pouring into his head.
The anger gradually vanished from Long Yang's face, and his gaze became blank.
Although Long Yang no longer posed a threat to Zhao Fu, he could still cause trouble. Thus, Zhao Fu had not only sealed his power, but also sealed his intelligence. He now possessed only the intellect of a seven- or eight-year-old child, and his memories would remain at the age of seven or eight as well.
If he simply released Long Yang without doing anything, Zhao Fu would not feel at ease. Long Yang already hated Zhao Fu to the bone, and his greatest wish was