A person could not step into the same river.
A dog could not have two masters.
What should be done if that happened?
Corpse Dog could give no answer.
Neither could Jing Jiu.
After a moment of silence, he said, "This is our problem. It has nothing to do with you."
Corpse Dog closed his eyes.
Jing Jiu turned and entered the deep, dark passage, soon disappearing.
This was the Sword Prison.
The cells on either side of the passage held powerful beings from the Nether Department, cruel evil cultivators, and great demons from the abyss.
There was not a sound in the dark passage. The foul, terrifying auras of demons and monsters loomed behind the walls like mountains and seas in the mist.
Even a wisp of those terrifying auras leaking through a door could contaminate a Daoist cultivator's Dao Tree, or even destroy it.
Jing Jiu paid them no attention, because the demons and monsters in the cells could not sense his arrival at all.
As he passed one cell, he stopped and glanced inside.
The one imprisoned in this cell was his martial uncle Tailu.
Back then, his martial uncle Tailu had been the Peak Master of Mocheng Peak and had long since reached the Sea-Breaking Peak.
During Green Mountain's internal strife, Jing Jiu had gravely wounded his martial uncle Tailu, but Tailu had refused to surrender or swear an oath to enter Hidden Peak for secluded cultivation, so he had been imprisoned here.
Mocheng Peak had become what was now Qingrong Peak.
Had it been six hundred years, or seven hundred?
He was actually still alive?
Jing Jiu continued forward.
The passage gradually widened until it became a hall, paved with bluestone and hung with bright lamps all around. It no longer looked as