Zhen Songwen's body shuddered, especially upon seeing the thing that was thrown onto the ground still trembling slightly; he could no longer control his facial features.
Yin Tian, on the other hand, showed no reaction.
He bent down directly, untied the opening of the sack, and then pulled forcefully.
Zhao Tong was revealed from inside the sack.
But at this moment, Zhao Tong looked very pitiful.
His limbs were twisted at an unimaginable angle, and his jaw seemed to be dislocated as his mouth couldn't close at all, with tears, snot, and saliva mixing together, continuously dripping down from his chin.
Zhao Tong also saw Yin Tian.
His body jerked violently, and he made a whining sound from his mouth.
"Master, this man was somewhat uncooperative, I had to resort to this, please punish your subordinate!"
The shadow knelt on one knee, facing Yin Tian.
Yin Tian waved his hand, "No need for that, the blame does not fall on you for this matter, you may withdraw."
"Yes."