Shatter the Golden Bowl (1/2)

The first day in the prison came to an end.

The whip was put away.

Torches crackled in the gloomy prison.

Xu Feng remained seated in his chair.

But now, no one wanted to chant scriptures.

Apart from faint groans, the prison was silent.

Even the head jailer and his men dared not speak. When they did, they lowered their voices, afraid of "disturbing the one from heaven."

They had all noticed it.

The "Prince" invited to ward the prison seemed to bear a personal grudge against the Earth-Fire Cult.

They were locked in a bitter standoff.

Even now, the "Prince" sat with his eyes seemingly half-closed, facing the Earth-Fire Cult members inside.

Their lips moved in silent incantations.

They looked as though they were cursing someone.

But no matter how carefully the head jailer thought about it, he could not imagine why this young man, whose fame had risen so quickly, would hate the Earth-Fire Cult so much.

So he concluded that the "Prince" truly had possessed him.

This was no personal grudge. It was the true spirit of the Prison King, the Prison God, descending upon him.

And it was not aimed at these people as individuals.

A righteous god was suppressing heretics and fiends!

It was his power over them by nature!

The jailers grew still more respectful toward the "Prince." They could hardly wait to put him on an altar!

Night was approaching.

Xu Feng could sleep, but someone would have to loosely tie him to the chair so he would not fall from its high seat.

These three days are going to be hard work!

Even so, Xu Feng felt that his actions as the "Prison-Warding Immortal Official" had been remarkably effective.

After those lashes, more than half the Earth-Fire Cult members had collapsed.

That