Central Spirit Domain, Southern State, Zhi Shou Tower.
Prison Warden Office, in the deep and dark prison.
A vague figure is trapped in one of the cells, covered with countless runes.
His body trembles as if enduring some kind of pain, his chest pierced through, with flesh wriggling incessantly, yet the wound never heals.
Not far in front of him stands a cultivator with a cold expression, wearing the uniform of the Prison Warden Office.
This Prison Warden cultivator stared at the "prisoner" for a long time, face heavy.
"Tight-lipped." Finally, the Prison Warden cultivator spoke first.
"You at Zhi Shou Tower are truly audacious for daring to strike against our Rinsing Spirit Sect. Once the Sect Master knows, you will definitely pay!" The voice from the vague figure was hideous and anguished.
He ignored the words of the Prison Warden cultivator and threatened on his own: "Aren't you afraid of sparking a war between the Rinsing Spirit Sect and Great Xia?"
