Fang Qingyu stood on the open ground of the cave.
His gaze swept over dozens of figures curled up on the ground.
The tattered clothes on their bodies could hardly cover them, revealing skin crossed with bluish-purple bruises, frostbite, and whip marks.
Their wrists bore handcuffs glowing faintly, obviously specially made to suppress abilities.
Their mouths were stuffed full of filthy cloths,
allowing them to make only desperate, muffled "mmm" sounds.
Most of their eyes were empty and numb, like shells drained of soul, with only a few showing faint terror and a nearly crushed will to survive.
Tier Two Grandmasters.
Outside, they have always been high and mighty beings.
In various small cities, they are the heroes who save the entire city.
Like that Grandmaster Chen in Qingjian City, diligently guarding a city.
Or rather, Tier Two beings in each city are truly like heroes.
Fang Qingyu didn't stay long in Qingjian City.
