Inside was a huge iron cage, imprisoning the Mediocre Death God.
At this moment, he was locked inside, his body still covered in many wounds—all injuries Qin Xi and the others had inflicted on him before, lingering hidden dangers they had left behind.
So at this point, he could no longer pose any threat to any of them.
When Qin Xi and the others walked in, the Mediocre Death God was dressed in a wretched, tattered black robe.
When he looked at Qin Xi, his eyes seemed just like the Masked Man's, as if they carried the power of destruction at every moment.
He looked at Qin Xi and said to him in an even colder voice, "I didn't expect that after keeping me imprisoned for so long, you finally came to see me?"
Qin Xi did not speak. Instead, he took the lead and stepped closer toward the Mediocre Death God.
Qin Xi looked at the Mediocre Death God again and said to him, "Well? It's been several months since I last saw you. Have you been doing well?"
Because Qin Xi saw that the Mediocre Death God truly looked utterly dispirited from head to toe at this moment.
And his complexion was also very poor, so he knew that while the man was with the Dragon Clan, he had certainly received his own special treatment.
When the Mediocre Death God heard Qin Xi say this, he truly clenched his hands tightly, suppressing his temper.
After all, for him right now, every condition was extremely unfavorable.
Qin Xi did not waste any more words with him, and instead took another step back.
At this moment, Ouyang Qing had already brought Qin Xi a chair.
Qin Xi did not stand on ceremony and simply sat down on it.
He looked