"I understand. This is called casting a long line to catch a big fish," Ying Fei said with a seductive smile.
"Heh heh, exactly. We've already caught him, so we might as well keep him with us for now. If we beat the little one, how can the big one not show himself? There are plenty of vicious methods in the Cult—one each day. I refuse to believe we can't make him talk," Lord Qin said viciously.
Though Zhang Xiaohua could not move his entire body, he could still hear, and his divine sense had long since spread out. He secretly cried bitterly in his heart. He was all alone—where was this "big one" supposed to come from? It seemed he could not escape the daily torture no matter what.
Zhang Xiaohua's thoughts churned as he began calculating.
Naturally, the two from the Divine Cult had no idea that Zhang Xiaohua already knew of their plans. In truth, even if they had known, they would not have cared. In their eyes, Zhang Xiaohua was like the bandits in Zhang Xiaohua's eyes—perhaps even lower and baser. They could end his journey through life at any moment, so why would they care whether he knew their thoughts?
The two mounted up and continued onward. Zhang Xiaohua was still placed on Ying Fei's horse. Lord Qin had sealed his acupoints, leaving him without a shred of strength. He could only lie limply across the horse's back, lowering his head to study the mystery of the flying hooves. Fortunately, he could still release his divine sense and secretly search for a way to escape.
After identifying the direction, he found that they were heading west, farther and farther from Lu Town. Zhang Xiaohua could not help pondering. The two from the Divine Cult had