Su Jiu frowned slightly. "I wouldn't joke with you about something like this."
Although Lou Sheng still found it hard to believe, she had already reached Nascent Soul Great Perfection six years ago, so it was hardly impossible.
In short, no matter how hard he worked, he could never catch up to her.
Then again, he could not even catch up to that bastard Chong Mo. How could he possibly keep pace with a heaven-favored prodigy like Su Jiu?
At that thought, he grew even more dejected.
But after so many years as a sect master, he had long since learned to rein in his emotions. Aside from the corner of his mouth, which twitched somewhat uncontrollably, his face remained expressionless.
At the same time, candlelight flickered faintly in a secret prison cell somewhere within the Heavenly Dawn Sect.
The smell of rust filled the cell, pungent and foul.
This was an isolated cell, so it had always held only one prisoner.
Drip!
Drip!
It was the sound of water falling onto the floor...
One wall of the cell was covered with instruments of torture, while a person hung against another.
The prisoner's head drooped, making it impossible to tell whether she was dead or alive.
A semicircular iron ring clamped around her neck, anchored into the wall behind her. Even something as simple as turning her head was probably impossible.
Her limbs were likewise fastened to the wall with semicircular iron rings, leaving her unable to move them at all.
Most of her hair had fallen forward, concealing more than half her face.
Only her small, pointed chin was faintly visible.
The cell's heavy stone door suddenly shifted, allowing a faint light to spill inside and bringing a little sunlight into a cell that had long been denied