In the dark and dank dungeon, a man lay sprawled on the floor, his hands and feet shackled. His tattered clothes could not conceal the wounds covering his body.,To be honest, my sister wouldn't have this amazing opportunity to become a medicineman if it weren't for me.,Lan Qingwan was in excruciating pain, her cries sharp and unending. Waves of rage and hatred surged through her, threatening to consume her.。