"Master!"
Blood streamed from the corners of his mouth as he hung his head.
Miao Yingjie lifted his terrified eyes to look at Qin Fan, speaking with great difficulty. Even now, facing Qin Fan, he didn't dare harbor the slightest thought of resistance. It didn't matter that his Cultivation was on a completely different level than it had been months ago; it didn't matter that he had previously wondered if he should fight to win back his dignity upon meeting Qin Fan again.
When the moment of reunion finally arrived, he found he was completely trapped in a psychological shadow—a shadow that forced him to cower and tremble in submission before Qin Fan.
Kneeling, calling him master, and allowing himself to be kicked and humiliated—it was all a conditioned reflex, a desperate cry of reason. He dared not gamble or take any risks, because the price of losing was his life.
