To Wang Qianyu, the Ninth Prison was something to be revered... feared... and avoided.
Its existence was like a brand, etched into the bones of everyone who came into contact with it. But the Ninth Prison's wandering emissaries did not appear easily.
Only when someone broke a certain taboo would the Ninth Prison's wandering emissary appear.
Naturally, she was afraid because she had once been someone who broke a taboo.
In the study, Wang Qianyu's expression changed drastically. That innate fear was fully revealed on her pale face. When people were pushed to the extreme of fear, they would display all sorts of reactions.
At that moment, Wang Qianyu looked as if she were preparing to fight to the death.
Her emotions were completely dominated by fear. Boss Luo could not see even a trace of anger on her. That was right—there was only pure fear.
Fear had caused this old woman, who had seen countless storms, to lose her usual composure. She no longer thought about the suspicious or improper aspects of the matter.
Seeing Wang Qianyu rapidly gather all her strength into her palm, Boss Luo calmly said, "Old Madam Wang, if I were really from the Ninth Prison, as you said... would you have any chance of escaping this place?"
Wang Qianyu's pupils instantly constricted. The power gathered in her palm seemed to deflate. Her throat bobbed, and she lowered her hand, saying with difficulty, "No... I wouldn't..."
"I'm not from there." Boss Luo spoke casually, then added, "I'm just somewhat interested in that place."
Wang Qianyu stared uncertainly at the young man before her. Doctor Luo? Xiao Luo Si R? Did he have some other identity... someone descended upon by the Huoyun Holy King?
Iron Rakshasa had once declared that anyone who had been descended