The prison cell was approximately three meters square.
Inside, there was only a Moonlight Stone the size of a fist, emitting a faint glow.
Yan Nanshan was sitting on a rush mat, his hands and feet shackled with iron chains, and his entire appearance disheveled and unkempt.
His once lively eyes were now dull and cloudy.
Qin Feiyang could not believe what he was seeing.
Is this the once spirited Yan Nanshan? He's already confined in a stone room, so why the additional shackles on his hands and feet?
CRACK!
His hands clenched tightly, knuckles cracking.
He was striving to restrain the anger that was about to explode in his heart!
Yan Nanshan was also looking at him, a hint of color gradually returning to his hollow eyes.
"You, are you Feiyang?" a moment later, he asked, his voice hoarse and weak, even more so than an elderly man's.
BOOM!
Hearing this voice, the anger in Qin Feiyang's heart could no longer be controlled and erupted.
