Shen Yong at this moment was drenched in cold sweat, only able to nod obediently while apologizing...
Suddenly, Lei Youwei lifted his gaze, looking down toward Lin Yaqin below the stage, a hint of venomous resentment flashing through his narrow eyes: "Is this the cheap slut? Indeed, she has a bit of beauty, no wonder my son was bewitched by her."
At this time, Lin Yaqin still appeared utterly indifferent, even knowing that she was about to face an extremely terrifying torture. Her expression did not fluctuate or change in the slightest.
Lei Youwei turned his head and glanced at Shen Yong, asking: "How is the preparation for the Soul Burning Flames?"
Shen Yong quickly replied: "Ready..."
He walked to the base of the stage, his gaze somewhat heavy and guilt-ridden as he looked at Lin Yaqin. After a moment of silence, he spoke: "Get on the stage!"
Lin Yaqin did not hesitate, nor did she falter; she climbed step by step onto the high stage.
