Feng Zhiwen cautioned.
"I appreciate your good intentions, Mr. Feng."
Chu Lingguang said with a wry smile.
An unspoken understanding passed between them.
"It's getting late. You should get some rest."
Feng Zhiwen got up to leave.
"I want to know, what kind of torment is this 'separation of flesh and blood'?"
Chu Lingguang stopped him.
"It's like your flesh is being peeled from your body, strip by strip. Most people who take the medicine pass out from the pain, only to wake up in agony. This repeats over and over. In the end, all they've done is endure inhuman torment for nothing. They don't gain any enlightenment."
Feng Zhiwen shuddered. He turned to look at the desire burning in Chu Lingguang's eyes and couldn't help but add his warning.
At his words, a cold sweat broke out on Chu Lingguang's forehead and back.
'Flesh being torn from my bones?'
