Wen Xu looked down at the tied up survivors with an undisguised sneer. They had searched every inch of the temple, but there was no sign of the Yin Metal. Wen Xu was starting to suspect that his father's little informant didn't actually didn't know any more about the metal's than he did about basic manners.
He walked the line of tied up prisoners, debating whether to send them all to their deaths and get this pointless mission over with. If they knew where the Yin Metal was, they weren't going to talk.
Wen Xu froze, his eyes suddenly catching on the icy cold glare of one of the prisoners.
His eyes were full of hate and he arrogantly maintained contact with Wen Xu despite the immediate risk to his life to do so. Either foolishly prideful or too mad with grief to care if he died.
Wen Xu was familiar with the type. Still... something about this particular man struck an interest in him that he couldn't deny.
Wen Xu crouched in front of him, pulling his hair to let him admire every angle of his face. The prisoner letting out a pained grunt that revealed that madman Xue Yang had cut out his tongue. (Wen Xu seriously disliked working with him, he did not understand why his father insisted on indulging his clearly useless counsel).
"Hm..." Wen Xu said thoughtfully, admiring the pale expanse of the prisoners throat. "Perhaps I'll keep you." He redirected his attention to his soldiers. "Kill the rest."
And tongueless Songlan adds to the drama 🔥
