Every stronghold had a black prison, and the conditions were never good.
The people locked inside were not necessarily heinous villains, but they were certainly never respectable folk.
When Wu Yunhong, the master of Chongfeng Mountain Stronghold, was captured and thrown into the black prison,
Feng Sihai's smile was radiant.
Capturing Wu Yunhong was the first thing he had done for Jiang Dali, the chief stronghold master.
And he had accomplished it perfectly.
The reason he had not killed her when she refused to surrender was that he wanted to earn Jiang Dali's greater favor, so he had captured this woman alive.
He knew Jiang Dali had not spared him because he could not kill him, but because he did not wish to.
Because he still had value to be used, and because the Black Wind Stronghold Master was only strong personally; in truth, he had few capable subordinates.
Thus, Wu Yunhong also had value.
If she could truly be subdued, Jiang Dali would naturally remember his contribution.
Although Wu Yunhong was sometimes as fierce as a proud wild mare, Feng Sihai, who understood women, knew that women like her often appeared strong and arrogant on the surface.
Yet once one pierced that strong and arrogant exterior and entered her heart, one would find an ocean of tenderness capable of drowning a man.
But conquering such a proud wild mare was no easy task.
It required a man even wilder, prouder, and fiercer than her.
Such a man was like a male lion on the great grasslands, majestic and imposing, every gesture brimming with intimidation and strength, drawing all the opposite sex around him to come willingly.
Feng Sihai knew that beneath the Greenwood skies around Hui City, no man was more suitable than Jiang Dali.
Only the Greenwood Overlord