Inside the Heavenly Prison of the Star Luo Empire, a group of executioners casually tossed the battered, wounded Dai Weisi into a cell.
"Weisi, are you all right?" Zhu Zhuyun hurriedly crawled over to him.
As losers, the two of them had suffered inhuman torture, both physical and psychological. Not long ago, Dai Mubai had specifically visited their cell, looking down on them with the bearing of a victor.
As the final obstacles on Dai Mubai's path to the throne, the two were imprisoned together. There was no one else in the cell, cutting off any possibility of contact with the outside world.
Keeping them together was simply meant to let them encourage one another, so that the torture could last a little longer.
"Zhuyun, I miscalculated this time. Even now, the Clear Sky Sect hasn't come to save us. They must have made preparations on both fronts. Mubai was the one they secretly invested in."
Dai Weisi naturally understood why he had failed.
He had supported the empire. Once he took the throne, aside from the benefits he had previously promised, the Clear Sky Sect would not receive a single additional advantage.
Dai Mubai was different. He had originally had no chance of becoming emperor, so he would naturally make promises recklessly. Once he truly ascended the throne, he would be like a nouveau riche who had struck it rich overnight, selling off the empire's assets without the slightest heartache.
"Weisi, if I can die with you, I'll have no regrets."
Dai Weisi's gaze remained resolute. "No, we still have one last way out. Cough, cough."
"Zhuyun, do you remember Dean Han? We invested a sum in him back then, and Dean Han isn't someone who forgets a favor. The Spirit Hall Daily will surely report what happened to