Chen Yuan and Qian Jun Douluo exchanged a glance.
"Lead the way."
The group headed toward the great hall to the east.
Held up by two Red-Robed Cardinals, Ning Rongrong followed behind them.
Ning Rongrong knew nothing of this place, but she had heard the word "breeding," and waves of cold washed through her.
"No... impossible..."
Ning Rongrong kept murmuring, "Dad couldn't possibly do something like this..."
In Ning Rongrong's heart, Ning Fengzhi was a refined, courteous gentleman, one of the greatest philanthropists under heaven.
Ning Rongrong did not believe this was true.
But no one cared what she thought now, and they soon reached the great hall.
Beneath the great hall.
Chen Yuan and Qian Jun Douluo led their people straight into the passage.
The passage was dark and narrow, with rows of iron doors at its end.
Chen Yuan waved a hand, sweeping his spiritual power over all the iron doors, and his expression darkened.
"Open them."
"Yes."
A Red-Robed Cardinal stepped forward and opened the iron doors one by one.
People were imprisoned in every chamber, men and women ranging from teenagers to those in their forties, inadequately clothed, their faces sallow and bodies emaciated.
Deep scars from chains marked their wrists, ankles, and necks.
Soul power fluctuated around every one of them.
For the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to have captured them for breeding, their martial souls had to be of decent quality.
"This is impossible!"
Ning Rongrong's eyes widened at the sight.
"Shut up."
Chen Yuan swept her a cold glance, frightening Ning Rongrong into silence like a cicada in winter.
Qian Jun Douluo's eyes brimmed with murderous intent.
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. What a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"
Capturing people for breeding.
The Soul Master World explicitly forbade such