Escaping Prison, the Valley, the Decision

Once Mu Shengtian's footsteps had completely faded away, Wang Xian slowly stepped out of the shadows.

Mu Shengtian had looked back once, making him realize that this fellow probably wouldn't let the matter rest. He might even return with the Imperial Guards the very next moment...

Since that was the case, he could no longer stay here.

Under the old man's watchful gaze, Wang Xian drew the Deer-Cutting Saber and swung it forward...

"Crack!"

The blade cut through the rune-inscribed bars as easily as slicing tofu.

The old man stared at him, dumbfounded. Before he could react, Wang Xian had already pulled an ancient-looking scroll from his robes and slowly unfurled it.

"Let's go, old man."

Wang Xian smiled faintly. The runes on the scroll instantly lit up, and a dazzling radiance enveloped the two of them.

The next moment, the two figures silently vanished from the Imperial Prison.

Less than a quarter of an hour after the two had disappeared, another flurry of hurried footsteps rang out in the Imperial Prison.

Dozens of Imperial Guards wielding swords and sabers came charging after Mu Shengtian, as if facing a great enemy.

"Not good! That old bastard escaped!"

"Who did this? They actually cut open the rune formation?"

"What are you waiting for? Order the four city gates sealed and chase them down!"

Looking at the empty cell before him, Mu Shengtian was so furious that he couldn't speak for a long while.

Sure enough, there was something strange about this Imperial Prison.

Yet in the blink of an eye, the old high priest who had been on the verge of death had actually escaped.

As he ordered all the Imperial Guards to pursue and kill the old man, he also wondered how he was supposed to report this to the