In the Sect Master's residence, deep within the underground prison.
A gloomy passage stretched all the way to the end, where the innermost cell stood.
The room was exceedingly bare, containing only a table and a bed.
Red Crane sat cross-legged on the bed. He had changed into a gray prison uniform, his white hair hanging loose and uncombed. His arms seemed not to have recovered, dangling limply before him, while savage scars covered the exposed skin.
His eyes were closed, his hair concealing half his face and revealing only one side of his pale features. He looked like nothing more than a decrepit, dispirited old man with white hair.
His breathing was extremely calm, making it impossible to tell whether he was asleep.
At that moment, footsteps sounded in the passage, drawing nearer from afar until they stopped before his cell door.
Red Crane slowly opened his eyes. His clouded gaze fell upon the people outside the cell, and his pupils trembled slightly. The man standing at the forefront was none other than Fang Mo.
The iron door slowly opened, and Fang Mo walked inside.
Red Crane looked at Fang Mo. Suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply. Earlier, Fang Mo had looked weak to him, but now, in his eyes, Fang Mo seemed like a fifth-realm ferocious beast. His vigorous blood and vitality, like that of a savage beast, made Red Crane's heart pound in terror.
Zhen Yue followed behind him and waved a hand. A chair appeared behind Fang Mo.
Fang Mo slowly sat down, levelly facing Red Crane on the bed, and said, "Red Crane, I heard you wanted to see me?"
Red Crane looked at Fang Mo and let out a long breath, saying with emotion,
"Fang Mo, I admit defeat. You are even stronger than I