Ancient Lands, Jin Clan.
A confined underground chamber. Jin Shanshun's hands and feet were completely shackled by iron chains, rendering him immobile. His appearance was pitiful, the blood at the corners of his mouth had dried and flowed again, dried and flowed again, repeating over and over, now forming a dark crust. His face bore no intact flesh, and his entire body endured relentless torment daily.
Cough... cough...
Jin Shanshun regained consciousness. Yesterday, he had blacked out several times from the torture inflicted by Jin Tianyi and Jin Yunping. His injuries had worsened, especially on his thighs and chest, where dead flesh had begun to appear. Coupled with the unsanitary environment, there was a high chance of maggots festering.
Clack... clack... clack...
A series of heavy door-opening sounds echoed. The iron door creaked open as Jin Tianyi and Jin Yunping once again stepped into Jin Shanshun's presence.