Long Zhenhai looked at Jiang Bei and said gravely, "So, little friend, you see through it now, don't you? This Vast Void Dragon Clan is rotten to the core! On the surface, they honor you as a distinguished guest, but behind your back, it is all schemes and calculations! While there are still six days left, while you know the truth, hurry and escape! Go as far as you can! The Vast Void Origin must never fall into those beasts' hands!"
Jiang Bei slowly shook his head. "Senior, it is too late. Every exit from this valley, above and below, is covered by their eyes and claws. Even with wings, I cannot fly away. They were guarding against me escaping."
Hearing this, Long Zhenhai's throat bobbed, and he let out a heavy sigh. "Sigh... I dragged you into this. Then... little friend, what do you intend to do? Sitting still and waiting for death should not be in your nature, should it?"
"Waiting for death is naturally impossible! Six days is not much time, but it has not reached the point where the mountains and rivers are exhausted! Even if there is only a sliver of hope, I will tear it open!"
Jiang Bei said resolutely.
Seeing Jiang Bei's determined expression, a glimmer of light flashed through Long Zhenhai's clouded eyes. He then glanced at the Dragon Restraining Chains around himself before turning his gaze toward his granddaughter, Long Wenxue, who was clutching his arm tightly, her face streaked with tears.
"What spirit—to fight even for a sliver of hope!"
Long Zhenhai said with a slight tremble, "For you to reach Major Refinement of the Saint Immortal level at such a young age, and to endure the inhuman agony of refining the Vast Void Origin, proves that your talent, temperament,