Could it be...
Lin Fan was a very upright person, never prone to wild or inappropriate thoughts. Yet now, an image popped into his mind—members of the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect indulging in something utterly repulsive.
The mere thought gave him chills.
Maybe they really were twisted perverts.
"Help…"
A faint voice called out from the darkness.
Lin Fan followed the voice to the front of a dungeon, where he straightforwardly and violently tore apart the iron bars. The moment he stepped inside, a pungent, acrid smell assaulted his nose.
Damn it.
Completely devoid of humanity.
Even if you're imprisoning people, at least clean up the place a bit. With this stench, anyone would vomit out the food they just ate.
If it were up to him, he'd definitely make sure this place was spotless.
Even pigs need their living conditions taken care of.
Bah!
How could he even have such a thought?
