The wounds, varying in size, are scabbing over, while some that don't look too serious have already turned into white marks.
Jiang Wuyuan poured out the medicine and quickly applied it all over his body.
The medicine was cooling, which made Jiang Wuyuan sigh comfortably. He then took out a new roll of bandages and wrapped himself up.
His movements were clumsy, the bandages were wrapped crookedly, and the bow tied around his chest was so ugly that it was unbearable to look at.
However, as long as it works, that's fine.
Jiang Wuyuan lay back on the hospital bed and sighed silently.
——
Nearly two weeks is neither a long nor a short time.
For Jiang Wuyuan, it was a rare holiday.
After Cen Cen gave him a final check-up and allowed him to get out of bed and use his qi and blood power, Jiang Wuyuan couldn't wait to rush to the military headquarters where Pei Feng was being held.
He had to pull out this thorn that had been stuck in his heart for so long.
...
Pei Feng was imprisoned deep inside the military headquarters' prison.
Prisons are always dirty, chaotic, and poorly maintained.
Various insects and rodents roamed freely in this dark and damp place, and a foul, sour smell permeated the air.
Even ordinary soldiers would frown and hold their breath if they entered, but Jiang Wuyuan remained unfazed.
He went straight to Pei Feng's cell.
In just five days, he seemed to have fallen into a much more wretched state.
The once arrogant and unrestrained young nobleman is now hanging in the middle of the cell, his collarbone pierced by two thick, long bone spurs.
There was no food to eat and no water to drink.
The blood flowed out and congealed, staining his once clean and tidy purple robe.
His eyes were sunken, his gaze was dull, and his face was covered in dirt and blood.
The two men stared at each other from inside and outside the cell.
After a long pause, Pei Feng was the first to look away.
"...You've already won." His voice was dry and hoarse. "Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you."
Their cultivation was sealed, and their dignity was trampled upon.
Pei Feng no longer has the means to act recklessly.
A flash of fury appeared in Jiang Wuyuan's eyes, but it quickly vanished without a trace.
He couldn't judge right from wrong.
But he knew he had to avenge the Huo family.
—Because this was a promise he made to that red-haired boy from the past.
"I will cripple your cultivation and make you guard the tomb of the Huo family as an ordinary person for a year." Jiang Wuyuan looked at him calmly, without contempt or mockery in his eyes.
"I will kill you with my own hands one year from now."
He will live another year.
But perhaps, he would rather be dead.
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