Deep within the gloomy and dim dungeons of the Enforcement Hall, Lin Tianchen's hands and feet were tightly bound by heavy shackles. He leaned weakly against the cold, damp wall, yet his gaze remained as sharp as a blade.
Outside the cell, Feng Zhengyang sat leisurely on an exquisite wooden chair. He gently raised a steaming, fragrant cup of spiritual tea with his right hand, took a slow, deliberate sip, and then slowly set the cup down. With an aloof and stern tone, he spoke: "Lin Tianchen, if you know what's good for you, honestly confess to your crimes. That way, you might at least spare yourself some physical torture."
Hearing this, the corners of Lin Tianchen's mouth rose slightly into a disdainful smile, and he retorted sarcastically: "I remember you, Feng Zhengyang. During the trials in the Gods Secret Realm, if I hadn't stepped in to save you, you would probably have died a miserable death at the hands of that scoundrel Shi Changchun! Yet now, you repay kindness with enmity and frame me instead. Is this what you call righteousness?"
Chapter 363