"Hun Ye is awake?"
Hun Changqing paused when he read Hai Bodong's message. After a moment's thought, he suppressed his already irrepressible urge to begin refining the Heavenly Demon Puppet immediately. He decided to meet his future brother-in-law first.
Not a glimmer of light penetrated the dark, bitterly cold dungeon. A sour, decaying stench filled the air, and green moss covered the surrounding floor, slick and sticky enough to turn one's stomach. Chains rustled in the bone-scraping drafts. Bound amid that dense web of chains, a black-clad figure's lowered eyelids trembled slightly, his dark eyes somewhat vacant. This was Hun Ye, whom Hun Changqing had saved and temporarily imprisoned in the dungeon. He was utterly bewildered by his situation, and filled with unease over the fate awaiting him.
Born into the Soul Clan and having served in the Soul Palace for years, Hun Ye should have long since grown accustomed to such sinister, terrifying scenes. But this time, he was not playing his usual role as the one who held another's fate in his hands. Instead, he was the one bound in dark, icy chains, waiting like a lamb for slaughter for someone to come and pass judgment. Even though he was familiar with such scenes and had imagined that this day might someday come, when it finally arrived, panic still rose uncontrollably within him.
Everyone had a reason they could not die, and Hun Ye was no exception. He, too, had regrets and someone he could not leave behind. He was not afraid of death itself, but there was still one person in this world whom he could not let go of, someone who occupied his thoughts and filled his heart with concern: his twin sister, Hun Tong.
Since Hun Tong had left the Soul Clan over a decade