"You're the last person who would kill him. Timothy, is that hatred really so important?"
Timothy's voice was cold, "Yes."
"..." Ye Anqi was at a loss for words.
Timothy was too stubborn, nothing she said would change his mind.
"In that case, why don't you just kill him now?"
They were destined to die anyway, so why endure this torture?
"Kill him, and then you can follow him?"
"Yes." Ye Anqi answered without hesitation.
Timothy sneered, "Then why should I kill him? Torturing him like this every day is not bad."
"You..."
"Fifty lashes a day, let's see how long he can endure. Over time, do you think he'll become completely drained, a shadow of his former self?"
"..." Ye Anqi looked at Ya Shitian.
Despite his current sorry state, he remained lofty and noble.
It was as if no amount of torture could pull him down from his pedestal.
But... he was human, not a god.
If this continued, he would eventually become a shell of a human.
Would he still be Ya Shitian then?
