Ding Fen's face twisted for an instant. "You've certainly become good at reading people."
"If I can't escape, do you think you can?"
Chong Mo's gaze darkened slightly. "Even if I can't escape... I still have a secret weapon."
Listening beside them, Ye Wanqing felt storm-tossed waves surge through her heart. Had she finally returned? Did that mean the Azure Tide Sect still had a chance to rise again?
For a moment, a hundred conflicting emotions filled her heart.
Meanwhile, Ding Fen ultimately decided against the barbed whip. In his words, an instrument of torture like that lacked originality.
He formed a hand seal toward a chair in the corner, and it floated gently into the center of the prison cell.
There were many tiny holes in the chair. It looked unremarkable, but once someone sat on it, slender needles would spring from those holes and pierce their flesh.
If all that was merely physical torment,
then the poison smeared on the needles was torment of the mind.
The poison would enter the body through the needles and flow into meridians throughout it.
Then the prisoner would feel stabbing pain in their mind. That pain would make life worse than death, achieving much the same effect as Su Jiu's ice spiritual qi.
In fact, Ding Fen had only suddenly remembered this instrument of torture because they had just mentioned Su Jiu.
If possible, Ding Fen would much rather have Su Jiu sitting in that chair, so she could experience the suffering she had once inflicted on him.
Chong Mo calmly glanced at the chair, naturally realizing why Ding Fen had chosen it.
A mocking curve split his lips. "You really are childish."
Ding Fen ignored Chong Mo and instead turned his gaze to Ye Wanqing.
"If I remember correctly, you