No One Who Enters the Eternal Sect Is Normal

"Creak."

The cell door opened again. The two Half-Saints from the Arrogant World Holy Sect, their bodies weak, were dragged out. Once their eyes adjusted to the sunlight, their hearts were filled with a hundred flavors.

They had braved the Nine-Twist Array in Southern Barren State and battled the Peerless Fierce Beast in Northern Desert State.

The two were seasoned veterans who had weathered countless storms. Who would have thought that one day, they would become prisoners beneath another's steps and need ransom money to be redeemed?

Alas.

A stain upon a lifetime.

"You two," Jun Changxiao said. "Come by and play often in the future."

"..."

The two Half-Saints left the Eternal Sect under their companions' escort. As for coming by often to play... only a damned ghost would come play here!

"Creak!"

The cell door shut again, blocking out every ray of sunlight.

Zhao Doudou, the veteran prisoner number one, curled up alone in the corner and secretly wiped tears from the corners of his eyes.

His cellmates had been replaced batch after batch, yet only he remained steadfast.

This was too much bullying!

If time could flow backward, Zhao Doudou would rather impersonate a Martial God or a Martial Saint than ever dare impersonate Jun Changxiao again.

"Sect Master, that kid is pretty pitiful too. How about letting him go?" Li Qingyang asked, unable to bear it.

Jun Changxiao said, "Fine."

"No! I'm not leaving!"

Inside the cell, Zhao Doudou clung to the iron bars and cried, "I want to stay here! I want fried rice!"

Though imprisonment was unbearable, Liu Wanshi's fried rice had already invaded his stomach and soul as thoroughly as contraband. So long as he got something to eat in this life, he would gladly sit in prison until the bottom wore through!