"Miss, we... we really didn't know Sui Zimo's identity,"
the former cloak-wearer said, unable to watch any longer. His mouth smeared with blood, he spoke to Lin Caisang.
Given Old Five's current state, if he had known, he would have spoken out long ago and wouldn't have had to endure such torture.
"You speak,"
Lin Caisang turned her gaze towards the former cloak-wearer.
"I..."
The former cloak-wearer opened his mouth, but ultimately closed it again.
After all, he wouldn't speak. It was only because he couldn't bear to see his companion tortured like this that he had blurted out a sentence that wasn't very important.
"I... we... have only been... in our master's service... for a little over... ten years," Old Five finally said, as the pain subsided and he caught his breath.
"Only... only the master knows... about those matters, subordinates... like us... are not worthy of knowing them."