"Yue Jinghua, hand over the antidote, or else, don't blame me for being ruthless," Fa Xiaoyun struggled out of his momentary daze and raised his hand, bringing forth dozens of torture instruments. There were red-hot irons, pots of boiling oil that could rip open the skin and flesh, tiger benches, and poison whips hanging with thorns, to name but a few.
The richer the country, the more varied the types of torture instruments.
Fa Xiaoyun did not immediately press for a confession. He still had some reservations about Yue Jinghua. On the day of the pill test, Yue Jinghua stunned everyone with her near demon-level alchemy skills. Such a talent was sought after by both Danlu and other powers.
Yue Jinghua stood up, the chains behind her causing no burden. She walked over silently like an elegant panther and whispered a sentence.
