"Calm down! Pei Yan, stay calm! Keep clear and don't be influenced by that emotion!" The voices of the staff called out near his ears, gradually bringing Pei Yan's chaotic mind to a state of peace, but that lingering sense of grievance and resentment still hovered in his heart, refusing to dissipate.
Staring with bloodshot eyes at the blurred scene before him, Gu Shenghui continued adding weights on the side of Pei Yan's little finger in front of the scales. When the two sides were about to reach equilibrium, Gu Shenghui dared not add more weights. Instead, he carefully added sand grain by grain until the scales were completely balanced.
Just as the scales stopped swinging, Pei Yan heard a shrill wail suddenly echo throughout the entire secret chamber, and then the bloody heart began to stiffen and petrify, finally drying out and turning into a pile of powder, while Pei Yan's toenail and the golden weights on the other side suffered the same fate, turning to ashes.
