The Three-Eyed Golden Toad did not notice the change in Bi Mo's state of mind. It instructed, "Over the next year, your performance will determine everything."
Bi Mo nodded in agreement.
He put away the Ancient Demonic Realm Map and fell silent alone.
After a long while, a terrifying glint of cold light surfaced in the depths of Bi Mo's eyes, and he muttered inwardly:
"Back then, for the sake of your Miss, I did not hesitate to betray my master's sect. Throughout all these years, I have worked tirelessly for you. Now, I have no way back. If the worst should happen and your Heart-Painting Studio refuses to help me, then even if it costs me my life, I will drag you down with me!"
Bi Mo hesitated no longer. He walked to a stone wall at one side of the hall, formed a hand seal, and pressed lightly against it.
At once, ripples of spatial fluctuation silently emerged on the wall's surface. A door-like entrance, ethereal as the void itself, appeared on the wall.
Bi Mo stepped inside.
Beyond the entrance lay a prison built deep within Heavenly Martial Divine Mountain.
The place was shrouded in darkness, with only a Bronze Lamp hanging from one of the stone walls.
Under the mottled lamplight, there was only one person imprisoned within the cell.
He was a thin man with disheveled hair and a filthy body, looking utterly downcast and forlorn.
He sat with his back against the stone wall, his eyes closed and his entire body devoid of any aura. He was as motionless as a dried corpse seated in meditation.
"Junior Brother, I've come to see you."
As a gentle voice rang through the dark prison, Bi Mo strode over, stopped outside the cell, and looked at the