Calamity Beneath the Unseen Heavenly Ladder, While the Immortal Palace Still Played Sorrowful Southern Court

"Guards!"

In the corner, Yue Gonghui, utterly crippled, seemed to have adapted to the power of the Martial-Sealing Talisman and the Cold Prison. He suddenly squeezed out a shred of strength and roared furiously:

"Yue Gongmo! Yue Gongleng! Yue Gongli! Yue Gongniu!"

"Guards, come quickly! Guards!"

His cries were extraordinarily shrill, forcefully cutting into the rhythm of Dao Qiongchang and Moon Palace Slave's back-and-forth struggle, giving no one time to react.

But once he had shouted, Yue Gonghui discovered in despair—

Dao Dai'er, seated behind the ice table, looked over with a beaming smile, without the slightest surprise in her eyes.

His expression seemed to say: Go on, keep shouting. Even if you scream yourself hoarse today, no one will ever discover you.

"They... can't hear me..."

Yue Gonghui lowered his head lifelessly, left with nothing but a bitter, shaking smile.

He actually understood. The Cold Prison lay at the bottom of the cold sea, almost in the most remote corner of the Cold Palace Imperial Realm. Outsiders would not normally come here.

And even if his cries had been precise enough, he had directly invoked the Saint Emperor's name...

If the Cold Prison's rules did not restrict the ability to alert someone by directly calling their sacred name, who could endure the imprisoned criminals cursing them day and night?

"You wanted to draw the attention of the Yin God Guards watching over the Cold Prison, didn't you?"

Resting her delicate cheek on one hand over the ice table, Dao Dai'er chuckled.

"But have you considered this? So many maids came to visit Sister Slave. Where are they?"

"Wasn't I the only one you saw waiting outside for you earlier?"

Yue Gonghui froze.

Indeed, the maids had arrived at the Cold Prison in groups of two or three, yet not