Zhang Yu looked at the man under suppression. Judging from his aura, this man had undoubtedly reached the Profound Venerable level and might be able to answer some of his questions.
Ordinarily, those at lower levels of power could not converse with this man. However, the Hao Clan's Creation Institute had people who laid down formation restrictions. Through ingenious applications of power, even with the level of strength Zhang Yu currently displayed, he could still speak with this man.
Although he did not know the purpose of this place, it did make communication more convenient. There was no need for him to use the Word Seal capable of bypassing formation restrictions and spiritual power.
Seeing that he had not answered for a long time, the young Daoist did not show any impatience. Instead, he calmly gazed outside. Though separated by glazed glass, he could see nothing and could only vaguely sense a layer of aura.
After a long while, Zhang Yu said, "How long has it been since you knew anything of the world outside, sir?"
The young Daoist said, "The last person who came here and was able to speak with me was more than fifty years ago, I believe."
Zhang Yu turned this over in his mind. This man had been suppressed here over a hundred and twenty years ago. According to the records, quite a few people had initially come here to see him, but not many had been able to converse with him. One reason might have been disdain; another was likely that their level had not been high enough. Even with the support of spiritual power, they could not speak with him.
Treating this man as some rare curiosity to be displayed to others was deeply insulting. Yet this man seemed not to mind in