In the underground Fire Prison, the suffering continued.
The prison guards hurried through the corridors, streaming out of the Fire Prison.
The fire slaves who still retained a shred of clarity watched in confusion as the guards rushed about outside.
"What happened?"
"Why are these guys fleeing like their lives depend on it?"
Nassar rose to his feet, pressed his face to the barred window of the cell, and shouted at the guards rushing past outside:
"Hey, what happened?"
"Why are you running?"
No one paid Nassar any attention.
Just as Nassar was secretly wondering, a rather familiar face suddenly appeared before him.
This was the very guard who had told Nassar about the Black Mountain Tribe and Jiang Feng not long ago in the Fire Prison.
At that moment, the guard looked as though he had seen a savior.
"Nassar..."
"Thank heavens, Nassar!"
As he spoke, the guard hurriedly opened the cell door.
Nassar asked, "What happened? What are you doing?"
The guard clasped one of Nassar's hands in both of his own and said humbly:
"Nassar, Lord Nassar, I've treated you well enough all this time, haven't I?"
"In a while... when the time comes, you must put in a good word for me!"
Still utterly bewildered, Nassar watched as the guard unlocked his handcuffs and shackles.
"You... what are you doing?"
The guard dropped to his knees before Nassar in panic:
"Your Black Mountain Tribe has attacked!"
"Jiang Feng killed Qiang Changfeng. The Qiang Clan is finished, finished..."
"Lord Nassar, you... you must put in a good word for me before your brother!"
Nassar stood frozen where he was. He... felt as though he were dreaming!
"Jiang Feng... killed Qiang Changfeng?"
"How was that possible?"
Not long ago, he had learned from this very guard that Yuan