Womenfolk

They had already met the basic requirements to become "Titled."

What they lacked was that final stroke of fortune.

"Senior Jing, do you think... what Qi Zhou wants to do can succeed?"

Endless tides of darkness surged back and forth. Within this pitch-black cage, a bright lamp hung high overhead. This was the deepest part of the Azure King Authority Domain. The second layer of Domain superimposed over the "Authority Domain" made this place look even more like... an interrogation room.

Han Dang sat high upon a throne formed from the tides of Truth.

He looked at the old man not far away, slumped on the ground with his limbs hanging limp, his entire body soaked in blood.

Jing Shan Yan lowered his head. His spiritual aura had weakened to the absolute limit; describing him as barely alive would not be an exaggeration... Countless Sky Sheath Shards were embedded in his body. Under the laws governing the Truth Domain, those shattered stone fragments writhed like fleshy worms.

No one could connect the dying old man before them with the former Grand Tribunal Head of the Prison Institute.

The sight was truly horrifying.

After Han Dang spoke, the scene fell silent for a time.

After a long while, Han Dang sighed again. "Still refusing to talk... Still refusing to talk..."

"Senior Jing, I truly admire your backbone."

"You refuse to say a single word about the secrets of the 'Stars' Project, and fine, I can accept that. But even when I'm just chatting with you casually, you won't respond. Are you trying to play dead?" Han Dang crossed one leg over the other and looked down at the old man, speaking slowly and deliberately. "Do you know? You're not far from death now. The 'Sky Sheath' has already crawled all over