Outside the grand gates of the Imperial Prison, in an alley paved with grey-black bricks.
The setting sun streamed through the eaves of the buildings, casting a divine-like glow on Zhao Douan's face.
However, the two women clad in prison attire felt nothing but coldness, and Qing Niao's eyes brimmed with deep fear.
She knew the Thousand Faces God well; thus, she was all too aware of the terrifying capabilities of one who could make him bow so low.
Zhao Douan shared this sentiment. Since the capture and imprisonment of the Thousand Faces God, he had withstood all manners of torture without yielding.
Do not misunderstand, this was not a sign of steadfast faith, but rather, pure cold-blooded defiance.
At first, Zhao Douan didn't bother with him, not until he recently plotted to eradicate the Kuangfu Society in one fell swoop; only then did he remember this defeated subordinate.
