Inside the Clear Mist Sect's prison, the light was dim.
The moonlight stones embedded in the walls had long since lost their radiance, leaving only a faint glow that barely illuminated the space around them.
The air was thick with the damp, rotten stench of mold mixed with the smell of rust, enough to make one retch.
Saintess Qingyi sat on the stone bed like a statue, her eyes closed and her face expressionless.
She had been imprisoned in this dungeon for decades and had long since gone numb.
Soft footsteps sounded as a man emerged from the dark passageway.
The footsteps were neither hurried nor slow, carrying a hint of arrogant superiority.
The newcomer was none other than the Azure Dragon Holy Son.
Clad in white, his features were stern, and a faint cold sneer hung at the corner of his mouth.
Several decades had passed, and his cultivation had advanced considerably. He had already reached the eighth layer of the Void Refinement Realm, his entire presence now even sharper and more imposing.
"Junior Sister, have you contacted Chen Shan recently?"
The Azure Dragon Holy Son walked up to the prison cell and asked coldly.
Saintess Qingyi kept her eyes closed and remained silent, as though she had not heard him.
Slap!
Anger surfaced on the Azure Dragon Holy Son's face as he slammed his palm against the iron door, producing a dull boom.
He roared hysterically, "Junior Sister, don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a penalty. Must the Sect Master personally step in before you'll make contact?"
"And what if he does?"
Saintess Qingyi slightly opened her eyes and replied icily.
This Azure Dragon Holy Son came to the prison every few days, forcing her to take the initiative and contact Chen Shan.
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