Pain!
His eyes burned as if scorched by a raging fire.
The pain made his entire body tremble, making him feel as if he were on the verge of death.
Yet, Lan Qing remained quietly composed. Even as his body convulsed from the agony, he uttered not a single word.
No pleas, no cries for help, not even a flicker of expression on his face.
"It seems your Master has trained you well. Even with your eyes gone, you can still remain so calm."
Lan Fan watched his gradually dimming eyes and laughed heartily, "I have finally ruined your Master's most beloved disciple. I've finally ruined him, hahaha..."
His laughter, in the Lingjiu Hall, so quiet that the fall of a needle would be almost audible, sounded exceptionally chilling and terrifying.
But there was no one around.
They were all outside the Lingjiu Hall.
And the palace servants who attended to Lan Qing had all been locked away.
No one would come here, and no one would save him.
"Little Junior Brother, are you in despair? Are you in great pain and despair right now?"
Lan Fan bent down, grabbed Lan Qing by his collar, and lifted him up.
"How is it? How does it feel to lose everything? Are you filled with despair, so much despair that you wish to die like this?"
"The taste I experienced back then, now you get to taste it. Taste it, tell me, isn't it unbearable?"
Lan Fan casually threw him down. Lan Qing landed on the ground like a rag doll.
But he still kept his sightless eyes open, not uttering a single word.
He could no longer see, but his eyes remained open.
What Lan Fan hated most was this pretense of calmness!
"If losing your eyes doesn't make you despair, then how about I ruin your face as well?"
With a swish, Lan Fan produced a dagger from somewhere, squatted down, and pressed the sharpest point against Lan Qing's face.
"Master also really liked your appearance. He said you were the most handsome among all his disciples! He said you were even better looking than me, did you know that?"
Lan Fan was, in fact, a handsome man.
The successors chosen from their Lan clan would never be ordinary individuals.
However, as Lan Qing grew up, Lan Fan was completely overshadowed in his presence.
It was all because of him!
This scoundrel, he shouldn't even be alive!
"This face that Master loved the most, I will ruin it now! I will ruin it right now!"
He raised the dagger and fiercely plunged it towards Lan Qing's cheek.
But to his surprise—clang!
Lan Fan felt a numbness in his hand. Even with his profound internal energy, he couldn't resist the force.
Not only did the dagger fly out of his hand, but he himself was also thrown to the ground, rolling away from his original position.
A flash of silver, and several silver needles, appearing from nowhere, shot towards his face.
How Lan Fan cherished his appearance!
These silver needles were aimed precisely at his face.
This shock sent him leaping backward a considerable distance.
But the threat did not cease.
The person held some unknown weapon, and with a bang, a projectile carrying the scent of gunpowder and sparks flew directly towards his face.
The speed was lightning fast!
Lan Fan had never encountered such a formidable projectile.
He had used all his skill and speed to dodge.
Yet, the projectile still grazed his arm.
It stung! It hurt!
Looking back, only the blood Lan Qing had spat out remained on the ground. Lan Qing himself was nowhere to be seen.