Hearing Gu An's consolation, Wu Jue could only smile bitterly.
From a nearby cell came a scoff.
"Covering the sky with one hand? The Sheng Family really does have that kind of ability!"
Gu An turned to look and saw a white-haired old man walk to the edge of the cell. A pair of skin-and-bone hands gripped the redwood bars, and he looked at Gu An with contempt all over his face.
Gu An deliberately frowned and asked, "Don't tell me you're from the Sheng Family too?"
The old man laughed. "If I were from the Sheng Family, how would I have ended up like this? I'm the same as your friend. I offended the Sheng Family, and the Elder Hall also told me to hide from the storm. One closing away became a hundred years. I'm afraid I can only spend the rest of my life here, waiting for the day the Sheng Family's butcher's knife falls."
After Wu Jue heard this, he lowered his head slightly.
Gu An said angrily, "I refuse to believe the Sheng Family is truly this tyrannical. I'll go find the sect master right now!"
With that, he flicked his sleeve and left.
Wu Jue opened his mouth, but in the end, he said nothing. A thread of hope existed in his heart too.
Third Medicine Valley hid dragons and crouching tigers. Gu An, who was good at making connections, might really have a way.
After Gu An's aura vanished from this level of the dungeon, worry rose in his heart again.
He suddenly feared that if this matter failed, it would drag Gu An down instead.
"You're Wu Jue, right? I didn't expect you to have such a hotheaded friend. Shouldn't a genius be surrounded by hypocrisy?"
The old man spoke in a