When the woman before him agreed to the conditions, Zhang Chen moved his right arm aside.
Meister immediately clenched the Bronze Disk tightly in her right hand and snatched it away. Zhang Chen could tell that this item was extremely important to the woman before him. Moreover, she would probably ask him to keep this matter secret—Meister intended to keep this damaged divine artifact for herself.
With a wave of his right hand, a chair appeared behind Zhang Chen. Looking at the depressing woman before him, he said, "The so-called Jailer Marshal never died. Or rather, such a person never existed at all, right?"
"The Jailer Marshal did exist. It is only that he himself went missing."
"Missing? What do you mean?" Zhang Chen asked.
"I do not know the specifics. The Prison Realm was indeed built single-handedly by that senior, as were the Apostles you killed. But later, for some unknown reason, that senior suddenly left and was never heard from again. However, the wooden plaque kept within the prison has never shattered, so it was determined that he had not died. Thus, he was described as missing."
"How many years ago was this?"
"At the end of the prehistoric era, during the early days of the new epoch. To this day, no one knows the reason. You only need to know a little about it; it is of no use to either of us. Back then, more than five prison wardens searched the Void Realm for traces of the Jailer Marshal, but all of them failed.
"That Jailer Marshal was the last one in the history of us prison envoys. After him, no Jailer Marshal was ever born again. Therefore, the current situation of us prison envoys is quite dire."
Meister displayed the Bronze Disk in her hand