Across the river.
Near a thousand troops surged toward the small residence, alarming not only Su Pan'er.
In the center of the residence, oil churned constantly within a big pot, emitting rich fragrance and bubbling noises.
Illuminated by the firelight, Su Ke was suspended upside-down over the pot, thick hemp rope biting deeply into his flesh, yet he seemed numb to the pain as he struggled fiercely, cursing non-stop.
"Bastards! You scum, let her go! Let her go, let her gooooo..."
The hemp rope creaked in protest, as if it would snap at any moment, plunging him into the searing oil...
Meanwhile, on the other side of the residence, the heart-wrenching cries of Qin Shuan'er continued unabated as she fought desperately.
The black-robed men sent marching forwarded crowded around her.
Qin Shuan'er was tied to a pillar, the hemp rope so tight that her wrists were bloody, yet she seemed not to feel any pain, still trying to break free.
"What are you, what are you going to do?"
