The stone room was empty, its four walls bare, with nothing but a man and a meditation cushion.
The man sat cross-legged on the cushion, gaunt as a withered pine, dressed in a gray robe.
Information about this man flashed through Song Wen's mind.
Wu Luan, the Wu Clan's ninth elder, was at the early stage of Void Refinement. He had broken through to Void Refinement over two thousand years ago, yet had never managed to reach the middle stage, and had fewer than five hundred years of life remaining. Vicious and ruthless by nature, he would stop at nothing to achieve his ends and took pleasure in tormenting the prisoners in the Cold Prison.
"What brings you two young friends to the Cold Prison?" Wu Luan's cold gaze swept over Song Wen and Ke Zheng.
Unsure how to answer, Ke Zheng instinctively glanced at Song Wen behind him.
Song Wen turned his hand over, producing a storage pouch, then stepped forward and offered it to Wu Luan.
"Senior, the two of us have a favor to ask. Please accept this humble gift."
Wu Luan did not take the storage pouch. He merely fixed Song Wen with a sinister stare.
"A mere Nascent Soul junior, yet you have quite some nerve. You dare bribe me, and with a full ten thousand superior spirit stones at that! Whatever you're after must be no small matter."
Seeing that Wu Luan would not accept the storage pouch, Song Wen simply put it away.
"Would you close the stone door, senior? Some things are best kept from too many ears."
The vertical shaft outside the stone room led deep underground, evidently to the Cold Prison.
But layer upon layer of restrictions prevented Song Wen's spiritual sense from probing inside, so he could only have