Mist Mountain Prison, lower district.
Within the crumbling complex built entirely from mysterious metal, a team of several dozen Peak Bone Forging Realm High-Stage martial artists carefully explored every room. Their every movement was indescribably gentle. More than ten others stood guard outside the buildings, vigilantly watching their surroundings.
"Brother Fansen, our luck is truly good this time. Quite a few members of the teams that entered the lower district before us actually died, letting us slip into the lower district. If we can find some training methods or martial skills left behind by the prisoners here, we might even break into the top ten at the next Four Regions Youth Competition." A young man with two pairs of snow-white wings looked at the buildings before him, his face full of delight.
"Indeed. I heard that the prisoners held in the lower district were no ordinary people. Though they were imprisoned, their lives were far better than those in the upper and middle districts. Not only did they live in large houses, they even had areas for daily life and entertainment. They were merely restricted to this place. These prisoners must have left behind plenty of good things here during their lifetimes." Fansen's eyes also shone as he looked at the buildings.
With their team's strength, they normally had no right to enter the lower district. Yet by chance, they had discovered at the entrance that the passage to the lower district, which had originally been sealed shut, had somehow opened.
That gave them an opportunity. Before the other teams in the middle district could notice, they had rushed in at the first possible moment.
The middle and lower districts of Mist Mountain Prison were completely different.
If the upper and middle districts still resembled standard prisons, then the lower