Within the Immortal Prison.
Ghost Envoy bowed and said, "Reporting to you, Lord Prison Master, at this pace, it should take about another ten days."
Ji Yuan stood before the cell with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the Storage Bag hanging in midair.
Layer upon layer of intricate restriction patterns flowed across the Storage Bag's surface. A distinct phoenix emblem could also be seen upon it, wreathed in spiritual energy at a glance—not an ordinary object.
"Ten days—"
Ji Yuan nodded slightly, fairly satisfied with that progress.
Ghost Envoy glanced at Ji Yuan's expression and cautiously asked, "My lord, when the time comes, shall we use Mei Zhuang to open this Storage Bag?"
Mei Zhuang was currently imprisoned in an Immortal Prison cell. After being controlled these past days, he had become obedient most of the time, not daring to go west when told to go east.
Given his status, having him open Feng Yudao's Storage Bag was not a bad option.
Yet Ji Yuan shook his head, his tone calm. "No need. Mei Zhuang is, after all, one of our own now. Using him to open this Storage Bag would be too wasteful."
Ghost Envoy froze at those words, then immediately understood.
Once Mei Zhuang's information was captured, he would no longer be able to appear in the world. Taking him in then would have been a wasted effort.
"My lord is wise."
Ghost Envoy hurriedly offered a bit of flattery.
Ji Yuan did not linger. With a flash, he vanished from the Immortal Prison and returned to Lingtai Square-Inch Mountain.
Almost at the same moment.
In the south of the Demon God Continent, Phoenix Divine Mountain.
This divine mountain, which had stood since time immemorial, rose at the border between an icefield and a