Do not assume that cultivators, with their long lifespans, can casually produce vintages aged for thousands of years. Precisely because cultivators lived so long—especially here on the Crimson Abyss Continent, where they interacted more closely with ordinary mortals—the customs surrounding speech and etiquette were actually much more pronounced than in Wangyue, where Lu Xiaotian had once lived, or the Blue Demon Sea, where he had traveled.
"Judging by Mr. Dongfang's expression, you must have found that old friend. How is your old friend faring?" Patriarch Mangxiao asked first when Lu Xiaotian returned.
"Not very well, but he's still alive. He should be able to recover." Lu Xiaotian smiled.
"You're willing to go to such lengths for a Demon Cultivator. You're certainly a man of feeling. However, pulling that Demon Cultivator out of my Black Prison won't be easy. Every person or Demon Cultivator who enters the Black Prison is registered. Although I oversee this Black Prison, someone else controls who enters and leaves. That person has withdrawn from the world for many years and only allows people in, never out. He has a strange temperament. You have no ties with him, so even if you seek him out rashly, you won't see so much as his shadow." Xiang Kuang poured a basin of cold water over Lu Xiaotian.
"Even if you ask Non-Self for help, he won't be able to do anything. Ever since the incident where Yuan Jing was killed, the imperial family has already been considering tightening the Black Prison's entrance. It hasn't been implemented yet, but as it happens, the person in charge of my Black Prison's comings and goings has some connection with Yuan Jing."
"Doesn't that mean there's no way at all?" Lu Xiaotian frowned.
"It's not that there's absolutely no way. I'm bored stiff