Bai Da also wanted to scream. This was the true agony, relentless and wave after wave.
Rather, it might’ve been better if he were killed directly, which would have been a quicker end to his suffering.
His face was now covered entirely in sweat.
It was from pain, from numbness.
Bursts of sharp pain made even his vision start to blur.
Old Han’s movements hadn’t stopped, continuing to pin needles to his head as Bai Da kept moving it.
"I’m telling you, if you keep moving, I’m not responsible for turning you into an idiot. Anyway, your dad won’t do anything to me."
Old Han’s casual remark made Bai Da freeze. He didn’t want that; he absolutely didn’t want to become an idiot.
He really stopped moving, continuing to endure the unending waves of sharp pain as a baptism of agony.
He felt this was the most miserable time of his life, without a doubt.
Oh, he no longer had the ability to feel the time, his eyes watched as the needle inched closer to him.
Closer and closer, an unknown terror spreading in his heart. How could his father just watch as others treated him ?
Old Han’s needle was about to pierce his head.
If he moved, would he become an idiot?
What is an idiot? Drooling all day, unaware of anything, just knowing how to smile foolishly?
He couldn’t become like that, absolutely not.
The world fell silent.
Not a single sound could be heard anymore.
He watched their mouths moving; they were probably speaking.
But his ears no longer heard any sound.
He couldn’t believe it, kept slapping the table beside him.
Why was it so silent, why were their mouths moving without sound?
Agonizing pain came in waves, yet he no longer cared.
Why, why was there still no sound?
It was like, the world had been muted, he could only watch their mouths move.
He saw the wind blowing through the leaves, saw things fall to the ground. He desperately wanted to scream...
But realized, at some point, the gauze in his mouth had been loosened.
He shouted loudly but saw his father and the old man looking at him with a smirk, their mouths moving, uttering unknown words.
Bai Da shouted forcefully.
"Doctor, doctor, come quickly."
"Now take out the needles and let him go outside to go crazy."
Bai Dan watched Bai Da scream heart-wrenchingly without making a sound and found it somewhat comical.
His fearful eyes, his frantic actions, did not make him feel the slightest bit of pity.
Couldn’t handle it? How was it that when he hurt Xingxing, he could be so tough?
Once, he hadn’t ruled out the idea of properly cultivating him, but by the time he came back, he found that Bai Da truly lived up to his name—empty efforts, too many small schemes. Ambition without the strength to match it.
Too many tricks up his sleeve, better to let him be, as long as he doesn’t starve.
Decades of understanding each other, and in an instant, Old Han grasped Bai Dan’s intention, went over, and took back the Golden Needles.
Bai Da looked at Bai Dan with a surprise, thinking it was all over.
His world remained silent.
Hearing nothing at all.
He struggled to get up, the pain all the more noticeable because of his deafness.
He fell to the ground all at once. Very painful, especially so, but he didn’t care about that; what mattered was, why didn’t he hear the sound of the fall?
He crawled forcefully, lying on the ground, unable to stand.
Devoid of any strength.
Because his foot was injured.