The Dungeon was oppressively damp.
Shadow Bro and the others followed close behind the guards.
The guards carried food, presumably for the prisoners.
"Could they have captured that duke—what was his name, the Netherflame Duke—a while back and locked him up here?"
Banner Bro shared his thoughts with the others as he pondered.
The others chimed in.
"I have to say, Ning Zhiyuan has some nerve. He actually dared imprison a duke of the Star Luo Empire."
"If word gets out, nothing good will come of it."
"But that works for us. Once this wedding is over, the groom will have fled. We can seize the chance to kill the Netherflame Duke here."
"Then we'll be in the clear."
"As for what to do with Duke Minghuo's corpse, Ning Zhiyuan can worry about that."
"He's the head of a sect. I'm sure he has a few tricks up his sleeve."
As Shadow Bro spoke, he rubbed the Hunting Blade of a Fatui Debt Collector.
A faint scraping sound carried through the air.
The group carrying the food boxes immediately went on alert. They released their Martial Souls and scanned their surroundings.
Hidden in the shadows, Nether Bro and Banner Bro shot Shadow Bro displeased looks.
"Don't you know whether your Soul Skill makes noise?"
"Why pull something so risky? If they get suspicious and find us, what then?"
"What's there to be afraid of? My soul tool is perfectly safe. Soul Skills can't detect it."
"Unless they have dispelling abilities or the light attribute."
"Besides, if they find us, we'll just beat them up!"
Before he had even finished speaking, he felt his Soul Skill forcibly interrupted.
A beam of seven-colored light fell on him.
"Seven Treasures Have Names, third: Reveal!"
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in the hand