"Why was it so quiet?"
The endless, gray, oppressive Heavenly Prison was surprisingly silent.
The evil prisoners who usually clamored and howled for death were curled up in corners, their gazes following the glowing figure beyond the iron cells. Though slender and petite, she was more terrifying than any ferocious beast. A trip to the Platform of Execution was not frightening; what was frightening was suffering through it.
She cast a sidelong glance at the shivering scoundrels in the cells and curled her lip in disdain.
"Boring."
It looked as though she had already eaten nearly all the appetizing ones. What remained was nothing but hard-to-swallow fare.
Earlier, a treacherous villain had said that screams would rise from the depths of the Heavenly Prison on the first and fifteenth of every month. Calculating the time, sunset and moonrise were near, so Bai Yujun had arrived early to prepare.
She took out a small folding stool and set it down, then sat. Pulling out a piece of smoked beef haunch and a snow-white block of salt, she took a bite of meat and licked the salt.
Though she no longer needed to deliberately lick salt blocks, she could not be bothered to change a habit formed over many years.
As time passed.
Suddenly, her two pointed ears twitched...
Her pointed ears turned toward the depths of the gray street. At the same time, thick gray mist rose within the Heavenly Prison, difficult for even her senses to penetrate. The prisoners, who normally wailed like ghosts and howled like wolves, grew even quieter. The atmosphere became more oppressive, and faint, chaotic cries could be heard.
Her eyes narrowed, then opened again as vertical pupils. True Sight saw through falsehood and illusion.
"So there was a Death Prison inside the Heavenly Prison as