He is well aware of who is held in the dungeon today, more than clear about to whom the vivid red blood belongs.
His loathing arises simply because the captive today reminds him of unpleasant memories.
Today, Sister Ajin was humiliated under his very nose.
A dragon has its inverse scale, touch it and you will perish.
His Sister Ajin is his weakness, his inverse scale, yet also his sturdiest armor.
Anyone who touches her must first get past him.
The events of today are unbearable for him.
Although he blames himself, he is even more furious with those who harmed Ajin.
An Mingji's face darkened slightly. He reached out to take the white handkerchief from the ground where Allen had dropped it and continued to descend gracefully and elegantly.
As they approached the basement, faint sounds of painful pleading were heard.
Among them was the familiar sound of whipping.
