Inside the Dungeon.
Ren Ye had only just reached the entrance when the inner prison guards stopped him again.
He was somewhat impatient. "I told you, the Witch Lord ordered me to investigate an important case. I need to go inside."
The head jailer cupped his fists and replied politely, "Our Witch Lord's young son is here, and he doesn't want anyone disturbing him. Hehe, a few of our brothers just went in with him. Please wait here a little longer, sir."
However important an official was, he was still just an official. Could he outrank the Witch Lord's son?
The child had specifically left those instructions, so naturally, the head jailer dared not let anyone in. Ren Ye felt helpless, but there was nothing he could do except squat by the entrance and wait.
Inside the prison.
Little Jing'er struggled to carry a food box into the cell holding Niu Xi.
Eight jailers stood guard beside the doorway, not daring to listen closely or interrupt.
In the dim cell, Niu Xi sat curled up with his back against the cold wall. His hair was disheveled, his hands and feet shackled, and his buttocks were still bleeding because the Wall-Breaking Awl sealing all his Star Source Power had yet to be removed.
The deputy commander who had been riding high just a day earlier now looked utterly wretched, like a stray dog driven from its home.
Jing'er had only ever seen Niu Xi's glorious side. Faced with this sight, he could not help freezing, at a loss.
Niu Xi, however, was quite composed. Looking at Jing'er, he asked with a smile, "Little nephew, have you brought me wine and meat?"
"S-second Uncle, how did you...!" Jing'er stammered, his little face turning deathly pale. Halfway through, he suddenly grew angry