C118 Sect Leader

The flame licked at the pile of firewood, burning continuously. The flame swayed in the air, swaying gently.

The man laid on the ground only had his inner clothes on. The snow-white inner clothes had been torn into many small slits. The slits were filled with blood and oozed out. Those were the wounds from a whip.

At this moment, he was powerlessly lying on the ground with his eyes closed