Zhao Doudou truly was a veteran prisoner.
No one knew how many martial artists had been locked up in the Eternal Sect's prison, but he had definitely witnessed them all.
As time went by,
this guy had actually gotten used to it.
Jun Changxiao had even intended to release him, yet he stubbornly refused to leave.
Why had he impersonated others and swindled people outside? Wasn't it simply to make a living?
Although he was locked in a cell, delicious food was provided every day. That alone had already left Zhao Doudou deeply satisfied.
His slogan was: As long as the Eternal Sect stands, I'll sit in prison until I rot!
It was not because he was cheap.
It was because there were no normal people in this sect, and even the prisoners it locked up were damn abnormal!
As the saying went, people who were not family did not enter the same household. Zhao Doudou, meanwhile, was the sort who did not enter the same prison unless they were family.
Moreover,
the most outrageous part was that this fellow had actually begun treating himself as a member of the Eternal Sect. Though he was a criminal member, he often counseled his fellow inmates—such as Dai Lü, who was on the verge of exploding on the spot from his endless nagging every day.
"Gentlemen."
Zhao Doudou began playing to his strengths, preparing to force-feed them some chicken soup for the soul.
"Creak."
Just then, the cell door opened.
Zhao Doudou, who had been about to launch into a complete speech of persuasion, instantly vanished from sight, skillfully sitting cross-legged in the corner in a way that made one's heart ache.
Following the old routine, Xiao Ziji entered and first set down a chair. Jun Changxiao then sat down, crossed one