After three hundred lashes, Taihao Shang’s buttocks were already a bloody mess, and even his murmured mutterings had faded into a barely audible drone. I do not know how much time passed before the board finally stopped falling, but Taihao Shang’s mind had long since turned to mush, his lips continuously opening and closing.
"Taihao Shang, let me ask you: do you have any ties with the Yin Saints of the Fire Flint lineage?" The majestic voice rang out once more.
Taihao Shang slowly regained consciousness, forcing his weak awareness to rally. After a few breaths, he dazedly asked, "The Yin Saints of the Fire Flint lineage?"
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