He Gaotou stepped down the ice stairs, gradually delving underground.
The surrounding walls were constructed with large blocks of ice bricks. On the alchemy torches along the way, white ice flames burned, emitting wisps of cold air.
This was the Ice Prison.
The path He Gaotou walked on led only to the Prison Warden's office.
He was very familiar with this environment. But this familiarity did not bring him warmth.
Even though he wore the Ice Heart Headband, his heart still inevitably rippled with coldness.
He Gaotou knew that despite having left the Ice Prison many years ago, it had indeed left a deep psychological shadow on him. And this shadow had never dissipated.
He was a former prisoner of the Ice Prison.
"Ahaha, old friend, long time no see." The Prison Warden stood at the door, raising his arms, welcoming him enthusiastically.
Uncommonly, the Ice Prison Warden was not a Snow Elf, but a human.
He was a Golden Level mage.
