Shen Yi, the seventh son of the thirteenth prince of the Black Corner Country, floated in the air, gazing down below. He listened to the screams and felt nothing but exhilaration.
"How wonderful the sound is, hehe..." With an intoxicated expression, Shen Yi gently closed his eyes, seemingly savoring the cries and pleas of the children and their parents below.
A Black Corner Clan elder, who was accompanying Shen Yi, suddenly descended from the sky, looking at the wailing parents of the Four Clans with disgust and said, frowning, "If you want to live, cry louder and more miserably. Our prince enjoys listening to that."
"As for you..." Turning to Lin Qian, the elder's face grew cold, "How dare you intervene earlier, disturbing His Highness's fun. Fortunately, he's merciful and bears no grudge. Kneel and beg piteously, cry out in a way that pleases His Highness, and maybe you'll save your life."
