The warden's voice echoed through the deathly silent passage.
A hero and a butcher.
Honor and sin.
Yue Changlong and Han Xiao.
Those two names, polar opposites, collided wildly in Yue Xiaofei's mind, stirring up towering waves.
Just then.
The man who had kept his head lowered, motionless ever since they arrived, seemed to sense something.
His head, hidden beneath his disheveled black hair, began to rise extremely slowly, inch by inch...
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Those eyes pierced the thick bulletproof glass, ignored all the generals and War Gods around him, and locked unerringly onto Yue Xiaofei.
In that instant, there was no killing intent, no madness.
Only the purest scrutiny, as though it came from the primordial depths of time.
Even a Nine-Star God of War of Xiao Tian Ce's caliber felt every hair on his back stand on end!
This wasn't a human!
This was a monster wearing human skin!
"Who are you?"
Han Xiao suddenly spoke.
His pronunciation was clear, his diction precise. He sounded nothing like a dangerous criminal who had spent five years imprisoned, but more like a professor at a lectern questioning a tardy student.
Yet that mild question sent an inexplicable tremor through everyone present.
He did not look at Xu Anbang or the fully armed Xiao Tian Ce. From beginning to end, his gaze remained fixed precisely on Yue Xiaofei.
"Don't answer him! Whatever you do, don't speak to him!"
The warden all but screamed, his whole body trembling like a leaf in the wind.
Yue Xiaofei turned a deaf ear and stepped forward, facing the man in the cell through the thick glass.
"My name is Yue Xiaofei."
"I'm Yue Changlong's son."
"I came here today to find out why you and my father appeared before the Secret Court together five years