It truly was ironic!
A dignified Quasi-Saint seedling of the Western Heaven Clan had ended up imprisoned in the Abyss Clan's Heavenly Prison. Poluoyan must never have imagined this outcome.
Poluoyan's shriveled, hollow eyes stared at Li Qingyun with hope as he rasped, "If you can release me, then I, Poluoyan, will regard you as my master and obey all your commands!"
"If you will not release me, then please grant me a more dignified death. In my heart, I will thank you and bless you..."
He presumably knew that Li Qingyun, standing before him as an unfamiliar Abyss Clan disciple, could hardly risk everything to save someone half-dead like him.
"A Great Perfection of Hua Xuan with the potential of a Quasi-Saint seedling... not bad."
Li Qingyun pondered slightly.
Yet what he was calculating was that, once Poluoyan escaped the Abyss Clan land, he would likely trigger a bloody war between the Western Heaven Clan and the Abyss Clan.
And would Li Qingyun gain anything from it?
Or would it cause him to completely cut himself off from the Abyss Clan?
He had not yet made up his mind when an abrupt change occurred.
Buzz!
A chillingly ruthless gaze suddenly looked over from the depths of the Heavenly Prison's starry sky. Like a beam of icy death-light, it fell toward Li Qingyun.
"Retreat!"
Slightly startled, he immediately pressed out a finger. With a cold shout, the beam of death-light halted in midair before him, almost tangible as its grim aura rushed at his face.
"Youngster of the Yuan Li Family, I do not care about the matters between you and First Master Yuan. But do not run wild in the Heavenly Prison. This place is governed by one strand of my will; no mistakes may be allowed..."
A cold,