The Zhang Family Patriarch placed his palm on top of Zhang Wu's head, and then countless thin threads extended from his hand, burrowing into Zhang Wu's body.
Zhang Wu instantly shuddered, followed by an onslaught of intense pain.
Zhang Wu couldn't help but let out a wretched scream.
"Ah..."
Meanwhile, the Zhang Family Patriarch consoled him on the side:
"Little Wu, it'll be over soon..."
"Don't worry, the pain will pass quickly."
As Zhang Wu's agonized cries echoed, the Zhang Family Patriarch continuously offered comfort, but paired with his demonic qi-filled appearance, this consolation seemed very sinister.
Outside, Elder Bai and Elder Yu looked at Zhang Wu inside and then said with a face full of regret:
"Zhang Wu, you have succumbed to the demon, why torment yourself?"
Zhang Wu's face was twisted in pain, yet he still clenched his teeth tightly and said with difficulty:
"Without the master, I would have died in that filthy ditch hundreds of years ago."