"Yun Han, this is the last time. If your men ever approach me again, you can just pack your bags and move into the Training Institute." Ning Xuan tossed out the words and turned to leave.
Chen Nan looked at Yun Han, at a loss, then hurried after Ning Xuan. He asked her what kind of whip to use. A hundred lashes with the punishment whip. As far as he knew, there were punishment whips back at the Qinglan Mountain villa, but they hadn't brought any with them.
Chen Nan's persistent question made Ning Xuan stop. "Use this." Ning Xuan handed a pure black vine to Chen Nan. This vine was one of the nine branches of the Ghost-faced Red Vine. It was straight yet flexible, dark and glossy, with a chilling appearance.
The Black Vine felt surprisingly heavy in his hand, and Chen Nan found himself growing a little nervous as he held it.
