Looking at Shen Yixue's appearance, Zhong Nianyao didn't get angry. A curve formed at the corner of her mouth, and she then spoke, "Shen Yixue, you don't want to talk, do you? Just as I was able to relieve you of your pain, I can also plunge you back into it."
"If you're unwilling to speak, then there's no use for your voice. I don't need to waste my energy."
While speaking, Zhong Nianyao had already raised her hand as if she wanted to begin forming a seal.
Seeing this, Shen Yixue panicked and immediately spoke, "No, Zhong Nianyao, you can't do this."
"I can," Zhong Nianyao said calmly, "Since I was the one who could make you speak again, then I can also make you silent."
"No, I'll talk, I'll tell you everything," Shen Yixue blurted out hastily, "I—"
But barely a word was uttered when all sound abruptly ceased again. Her eyes widened in shock, as a burning sensation in her throat, fiercer than before, made her nearly long to cut her own throat out.
