Familiar Faces Reunited

With a set of unhurried footsteps, Ye Yuan, dressed in an immaculate white robe, leisurely walked into this hell on earth.

On his left was Ning Rongrong, clad in a short green dress and smiling like an innocent little demon.

On his right, a thin silver chain connected to a collar, leading Xiao Wu, who wore a black-and-white maid outfit and followed with her head lowered.

"Holy Son!"

The Holy Emperor Warriors responsible for guarding the place all dropped to one knee.

Hearing the commotion, the people suspended in the cells struggled to raise their heads.

In the outermost cell,

Ning Fengzhi, hung against the wall by a Fine Steel Collar Chain, slowly opened his cloudy, lifeless eyes.

He saw Ning Rongrong nestled beside Ye Yuan, her smile as radiant as a flower.

Yet he did not roar in fury like an ordinary father, nor did he question her in heartbroken anguish.

This man, once famed for never miscalculating and hailed as the greatest support sect master in the world, merely tugged at the corner of his cracked lips. He revealed a bitter smile uglier than tears, filled with utter sorrow and helplessness.

He had schemed his entire life, even betraying his allies for the survival of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Yet in the end, his most beloved biological daughter had sold him out, underwear and sect included, leaving nothing behind.

What was there left for him to be angry about?

He was nothing more than a complete and utter joke.

"Oh my, Dad, why are you looking at me like that?"

Ning Rongrong skipped up to the cell door and looked through the iron bars at Ning Fengzhi's utterly despondent state. Not only did she feel no guilt whatsoever, she looked as though she were showing off