In the dark cell, the oil lamp flickered.
Jia Huan looked down at him coldly:
"Reveal the whereabouts of Jiang Wuji, the White Lotus Cult Leader, and your family will suffer less. You know the Embroidered Uniform Guard's torture methods well. There are over a thousand varieties."
Jiang Wuyuan's face twisted into a sneer:
"Who are you looking down on?"
"I, Jiang Wuyuan, reached the position of Commanding Commissioner single-handedly. Do you think my bones are soft? Or do you think defeat has turned me into an utter fool?"
"Wuji will avenge me. He'll slice you into a thousand pieces. He'll stop at nothing to destroy everything you have!"
Jiang Wuyuan laughed wildly. The very reason he had waited until now was to make the little bastard live in fear, never knowing peace!
"Wuji is stronger than me. And the former White Lotus Cult Leader is still alive. He could pluck your head off with ease!"
Jiang Wuyuan laughed like a madman, vomiting blood as he laughed. Even after collapsing limply onto the floor, he kept laughing, his voice hoarse with exhilaration:
"A commoner born in poverty enjoyed supreme power and the fear of the world. Emperors treated me with courtesy, civil and military officials feared me like a tiger, and every word I spoke carried the authority of heaven's law. Everything my family ate and used was the finest in the world. After all these years, I've had enough!"
"And you? Your seat isn't even warm yet, and you're about to follow me into the grave. I'll wait for you in the Netherworld. That day will come very soon!"
Jia Huan's expression remained unchanged as he said mildly:
"That beast of a brother of yours, Jiang Wuji, will indeed be joining you soon."
With that, he spared no more