Wen Kexing frowned, set Zhou Zishu down, and passed him off to Zhang Chengling. For some unclear reason, he snapped at Ye Baiyi in anger, “Old freak, haven’t you had enough?”

Then, without prior warning, he suddenly made trouble by launching an attack at Ye Baiyi’s back.

As Zhang Chengling supported Zhou Zishu’s weight, he stared dumbly at Wen Kexing and Ye Baiyi brawling in a dizzying whirl of motion, slack-jawed. He did not understand at all why these comrades of earlier had suddenly fallen out with each other.

The commotion when these two brawled was not minor; this prison which held Long Que captive started shaking like there was an earthquake, as they went at each other with the force of demolishing a house. Each move of Wen Kexing’s was wicked and brutal, as he was no longer holding back out of consideration for their relations. Incensed, Ye Baiyi rebuked, “Rascal, are you crazy?”

Wen Kexing humphed coldly. “You’re an eyesore, and I want to beat you up. Can’t I do so?”

Whenever Zhang Chengling encountered something that he did not understand, he asked for clarification, and thus, he asked Zhou Zishu, “Shifu…”

Zhou Zishu ignored him. His brow was tightly furrowed as the events seemed to suddenly take on an approximate shape in his mind. Suddenly enlightened, he pushed Zhang Chengling away, walked to Long Que’s side, and sat down.

Long Que tilted his head to listen for a moment, then asked, “You’ve been injured?”

Zhou Zishu said, “Your son did this.”

Long Que started to laugh. In a low and hoarse voice, he said, “That’s fine...look at me, you’re still decent.”

Zhou Zishu did not speak, but started to closely examine the chains on his body. When it came to traps and mechanisms, he was completely at a loss; when it came to instruments of torture, however, none were more familiar with them than the ex-leader of Tian Chuang. Still, even after Zhou Zishu had looked over it repeatedly, he could not tell what that metal chain was made of. So he gave up, and told Long Que, “I’m at the limit of my abilities. Now that your son is dead, what’s going to happen to you?”

Long Que thought about it, and said calmly, “It’s time for me to die too--I should have died a long time ago, but he didn’t let me. Now, no one can control what I do. In my whole life, the thing I regret the most is not educating Yu Zhui’s son well. I know that he’s my son too, but I always felt that he took Yu Zhui’s life. If only...all these years, if I had only been a slightly better dad, I wouldn’t have harmed him so.”