I removed my upper robe. The scars were fully displayed.
"Although I was whipped before, you remember the scars on my body before."
The elder nodded with his fingers against his chin.
"Yes, I remember the incident. I kept wondering where your scars came from."
I nearly snorted. You were wondering where they came from, but you didn't have the guts to ask me.
You speak of justice, but as soon as you've seen someone who's been tortured, you pretend not to see a thing.
With a calm expression, I explained. "For many years, I was adopted by Elder Zhen; the man you know isn't the same person behind the doors. He enjoys tormenting me."
I cocked my head to the side. "Do you know why?"
The elder shook his head.
I smiled. "Because in his eyes, I am worthless with no cultivation and no background. It's easy for him to hurt me as he pleases because no one would protect a bastard child that came out of nowhere."
The room was filled with gasps and horror.
