Chapter 1060: Time Is Running Out

Chapter 1060: Chapter 1060: Time Is Running Out

Ye Qingchen coldly watched Old San’s expression change, seemingly having seen through his struggle. His fingers lightly traced in the air, as if contemplating what cruel act to inflict on Old Da or Old Er next, the sneer on his lips grew more intense.

To Ye Qingchen, the silence before him was a form of control, a victory. He knew that with just a little threat, Old San would eventually succumb.

"Time’s running out, Old San," Ye Qingchen said coolly, "I’m happy to help you make this decision, but I’m afraid that would be even more painful. You’d better answer quickly, otherwise, the next thing could be your arm."

Old San’s heart wavered under such strong threats, a hint of fear and helplessness in his eyes.

He knew he was trapped in an inescapable predicament; if he continued to remain silent, not only he but also his brothers would face even more terrifying torture. Ultimately, his mental defenses crumbled, seemingly having made some sort of decision.

Old San finally couldn’t withstand the fear within and the long-suppressed pain, his forehead covered in cold sweat, breathing rapidly, heart seemingly ready to burst from his chest.

He felt his limbs go cold, his entire body seemingly pressed down by an invisible force, unable to move.

The painful images of Old Da and Old Er kept echoing in his mind, his rationality and emotions gradually collapsing amid fierce conflict.

He knew that if he continued to remain silent, not only would he be doomed, but his brothers would suffer even greater torment due to his stubbornness.

Finally, Old San’s mental defenses utterly collapsed, fear and despair deeply reflected in his eyes, his legs buckled, nearly kneeling on the ground.

His voice trembled, with a pleading tone he said to Ye Qingchen, "I... I’ll tell you what I know, please, let us go."

His voice was filled with helplessness and fear, as if he had already seen his and his brothers’ fates held in Ye Qingchen’s hands.

Ye Qingchen smiled faintly, nodded with satisfaction, but before he could continue, Old Da lying on the ground suddenly opened his eyes. Despite being filled with pain, his gaze revealed intense anger and disbelief.

Ignoring the sharp pain in his shoulder, he forced himself to shout at Old San: "Old San, how could you tell him? We are subordinates of the Saint-Heir, how can we live with the shame of betraying him?"

Old Da’s voice, though weak, was filled with heartbreak and anger.

He seemed unable to accept that his brother could surrender under such circumstances, the frustration was flaming within him.

His eyes were full of disappointment and unwillingness toward Old San, as if in that moment, his closest brother had turned into a traitor.

Upon hearing Old Da’s accusation, Old San felt furious and pained beyond measure.

He knew Old Da was right; they were subordinates of the Saint-Heir, and betrayal was their greatest disgrace.

However, looking at Old Da’s agonized face, a conflict arose in his heart. Struggling and helpless expressions covered his face, deep pain reflected in his eyes, until he finally couldn’t help but shout furiously at Old Da: "How can I stand by and watch you die! How can I let you continue to suffer this torment!"

Old San’s voice carried immense pain and anger, as if everything was forcing him to go against his inner boundaries.

His face was marked by struggle and helplessness, even though he knew what he was doing was betrayal, in the face of his brothers’ life and death, he ultimately chose to surrender. Determination flickered in his eyes, as if he had made the most painful decision.

Ye Qingchen stood by, watching coldly, a smile bearing a hint of indifference and cruelty on his face.

He knew he had won; these people’s psychological defenses had been completely shattered by him.

Now, just a little threat would get him everything he wanted. As for these traitors, there was no pity in his heart, only cold indifference.

Despair and helplessness marked Old San’s face, but he had no path of retreat. He took a deep breath, slowly opening his mouth, "The defenses inside the palace city are indeed weak now. Except for a few elders from the Jiang Ancient Clan, there’s practically no one. Most soldiers have been sent out to search for you, the whole palace city is rather hollow."

His voice was slightly hoarse, but every word carried dissatisfaction and humiliation. For someone loyal to the Saint-Heir, such betrayal was undoubtedly a great disgrace.

Ye Qingchen listened and nodded with satisfaction, a cold smile on his lips: "That’s more like it." His gaze coldly swept over Old San, then he waved his hand indifferently, "Get out."

Upon hearing these words, Old San felt as if he was reborn from the shadows of death, and was instantly relieved.

The tension and fear in his heart seemed to dissipate in an instant, replaced by a sense of survival against the odds.

He knew he and his brothers had finally escaped a catastrophe; although they betrayed the Saint-Heir, at least their lives were intact.

His heart was filled with complex emotions, fear of Ye Qingchen, self-blame, but even more, unease and helplessness about the future.

Old San said no more, knowing that at this moment, more words were of no use.

He quickly moved to Old Da and Old Er’s side, his actions hurried yet cautious.

His hands trembled slightly, but he gritted his teeth, bent down, and hoisted the frail Old Da onto his shoulder, then supported the half-unconscious Old Er.

His heart was filled with anxiety and fear, but at this moment he could only force himself to calm down, quickly taking his brothers out of this dangerous place.

Old San’s mood fluctuated like a roller coaster, mixed with regret for his actions and uncertainty about the road ahead.

He gritted his teeth, striving not to show more fear. He knew that if the cold-hearted man before him grew suspicious again, the three of them might not survive.

Right now, he could only take his brothers step by step outward, secretly praying, hoping to escape this hell smoothly.

Old San moved quickly but tried to stay calm, carefully carrying Old Da and supporting Old Er, his steps fast yet trying not to make any sound.

Nervousness flickered in his eyes, occasionally glancing back at Ye Qingchen to confirm he wasn’t pursuing. Each step was taken with extra caution, fearing to draw Ye Qingchen’s attention and suffer his wrath again.

The uneasy Old San finally led his brothers out of Ye Qingchen’s sight, taking a deep breath, his back already drenched in cold sweat.

Although still filled with fear and anxiety, he knew the most important thing now was to leave quickly, the further away the better.