The dark and damp dungeon
was filled with the smell of blood and decay.
In the corner of the dungeon, faint shadowy figures flitted by, making the only sound in this silent environment.
Niu Lie stood at the cell door, arms crossed, his tall stature imposing.
"Elder Niu Lie..."
Zhao Fu, weak and frail, barely lifted his head.
"Is it you who has come to execute me?"
"Please, Elder, make it quick."
Zhao Fu's voice was weak, yet very calm.
Niu Lie looked at Zhao Fu in silence.
Outside, it seemed they heard the commotion inside.
"Who's there!"
"Get out!"
A massive pressure burst forth, shattering the iron cell nearest Niu Lie, silencing the voices at the entrance.
"How long have you been with me?"
"I was eighteen when I started following you, I'm over three hundred seventy now."
"Three hundred and fifty-odd years... almost six cycles of sixty years..."
"During this time, many thanks to Elder Niu Lie for your care." Zhao Fu's lips curled into a smile.
