But he was forcefully restrained by several soldiers to prevent him from attacking or self-harming.

Following Su Feiman, Lie Feng’s eyes trembled, lips drained of color.

Su Feiman coldly walked to the bedside, looking down from above at Third Young Master Jun suffering from withdrawal, his face, aloof and indifferent, showed a mocking expression:

"My most proud disciple, in whom I placed great hope, yet you have fallen to such a state, Third Young Master, you truly disappoint me, to degenerate for a woman!"

Sweat poured down Third Young Master Jun’s forehead as he ceased struggling.

Yet the expression on his face was one of immense pain; he bit down hard, blood seeping from both lips and teeth, turning his pale, handsome face eerily grotesque.

The corners of his eyes stained red with blood, and his purplish lips smeared with bright blood, looked like a purple flower dotted with blood drops, rendering his gaunt face startlingly sinister and mesmerizing, like a downcast demon king pushed to the edge.

"Father..." his voice was weak, his unfocused eyes took a long time to concentrate, finally fixing on his father.

That gaze, hazy as it was, like a cold, piercing ice dagger flying through the mist, struck deep into the heart, sending a chill down the spine.

The several men restraining him were all shocked and frightened. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

In this region, addiction and gentlemen are plentiful, who no matter how normal they appear usually, during an episode, cry and snivel, disregarding all dignity, begging like dogs for a hit.

Rationality lost, driven by instinct, as pitiful as a tail-wagging begging dog, it was as ugly as it could get.

Yet, since the onset of his episode, although in pain, although struggling, Third Young Master Jun never once cried out for the drug.

Even though almost losing his sanity to the addiction, he still maintained his dignity and pride, like a lofty, reckless monarch, dignified even in the mud.

His willpower and inner strength were far superior, reaching a realm impossible for ordinary people, indeed suppressing the addiction, different from these ordinary mortals.

"Still rational, I underestimated your willpower, not bad, really tough," Su Feiman showed a slight surprise, his cunning eyes swirling with a scheming flavor, "Third Young Master, you’ve piqued my interest again. I really want to test whether you can keep suppressing your instincts."

He leisurely took out a packet of powder from his pocket and placed it in front of Third Young Master Jun, just within easy reach.

Third Young Master could resist because he hadn’t directly seen the drug, because it was unattainable, thus he could control himself.

But now with this thing right in front of him, so easily accessible, this temptation at least tenfold, could he still restrain himself?

Su Feiman’s eyes, shimmering with a dark glow, intensely watched Third Young Master Jun, not missing any reaction or movement from this disciple.

Third Young Master Jun’s body trembled uncontrollably, his eyes fixated on that packet, his breathing rapid and heavy, his pale handsome face twisted in struggle.

"Come, my child, just one sniff, and your pain will vanish, ascending to paradise, it’s but a moment away, come, why resist human nature’s instincts, unleash your most primal, wild instincts."

Su Feiman’s voice, low and sinister, like the shadow behind the light, spreading boundless dark wings, shrouding the rational world, stirring up the most primitive desires in people’s hearts.