Red Crane Submits
Sect Master's Residence, underground prison.
The dark passage stretched all the way to the end, where the innermost cell stood.
The room was exceedingly bare, containing only a table and a bed.
Red Crane sat cross-legged on the bed. His clothes had been changed into a gray prison uniform. His white hair hung loose, uncombed. His arms seemed not to have recovered, dangling limply before him, while the exposed skin was covered in savage scars.
His eyes were closed, his hair concealing half his face and revealing only one half of his pale features. He looked like nothing more than an aged, despondent old man with white hair.
His breathing was utterly calm, making it impossible to tell whether he was asleep.
Just then, footsteps sounded in the passage, drawing nearer and nearer until they stopped before his cell door.
Red Crane slowly opened his eyes. His clouded gaze fell upon the person standing outside the cell, and his pupils trembled slightly. The man at the forefront was none other than Fang Mo.
The iron door slowly opened, and Fang Mo walked inside.
Red Crane looked at Fang Mo. Suddenly, his pupils contracted violently. Before, Fang Mo had seemed weak to him, but now, in his eyes, Fang Mo was like a Fifth Realm ferocious beast. That vigorous vitality, like that of a savage beast, made his heart pound in alarm.
Zhenyue followed behind him and waved a hand. A chair appeared behind Fang Mo.
Fang Mo slowly sat down, meeting the gaze of Red Crane, who sat cross-legged on the bed. He said slowly, "Red Crane, I heard you wished to see me?"
Red Crane looked at Fang Mo, let out a long breath, and said with emotion:
"Fang Mo, I admit defeat. You are even