How many times? Its because I am the Seer!

"Gah, come on, guys, it's just a little lover's spat. No need for you to torture me over this..." The Seer began speaking almost as soon as the rough jute sack was yanked off his head.

Regaining his senses, the first thing he noticed was the dark, shadowy figures surrounding him in a dimly lit room. He was tied firmly to a chair, still dripping with cold water from who-knows-how-many hours of dousing. 

"But then again, it's not like you can do something atrocious. Ling Yue wouldn't approve of this! Besides, the audacity—you guys are so disrespectful! I'm going to be a consort soon!" he declared, trying to assert his position despite his predicament.

The dark figures exchanged glances, murmuring among themselves at his words.