The ice chamber doors swung open. Second Master Xie was hoisted up by the black-armored guards, his jaw nearly dislocated as elderly attendant crushed a block of ice into shards and shoved them into his mouth. He let out muffled groans, tears and snot streaming uncontrollably down his face.
QingWu reclined lazily on the stone steps, savoring a bowl of iced dessert while issuing casual instructions. “Baishui, are you even trying? Can’t fit it in? Use a stick to prod it further into Second Uncle’s mouth!”
“Look at your speed! The ice in his mouth is already melting, and you haven’t even filled it up yet!”
“At this rate, how long will it take to thoroughly cleanse our dear Second Uncle’s foul throat?”
Baishui the elderly attendant muttered under his breath, “Might as well just cut his ton
