The falling daylight illuminated the stage-like ground.
Fang Jingtian bowed solemnly to Corpse Dog-whatever Corpse Dog's attitude toward True Person Taiping, he had clearly given his permission for Fang Jingtian to leave the Sword Prison back then.
A trace of amusement appeared in Corpse Dog's eyes. Then he looked at Jing Jiu, asking with his gaze-are you sure you want to do this?
"Keep it simple," Jing Jiu said.
Corpse Dog remained silent for a while, then closed his eyes again without making a sound.
A sigh seemed to echo through the quiet underground space.
The Sword Prison was very quiet. The air seemed to have congealed into rock-rock even harder than Shangde Peak.
The two Heavenly Access Great Figures walked slowly past, bringing immense mental pressure upon the Great Demons and evil cultivators in the cells on either side. They could not hear any footsteps, yet war drums seemed to pound in their hearts, thundering louder with every beat.
Deep inside the Sword Prison, Fang Jingtian stopped and looked toward the cell at the end of that quiet passage. "Was this where you imprisoned Master back then?"
Jing Jiu murmured an assent.
"Who exactly is imprisoned in there now?" Fang Jingtian asked.
"You aren't the sect master. You have no right to know," Jing Jiu said.
Fang Jingtian withdrew his gaze and continued forward.
Apart from that solitary, narrow dead end, there was only one passage in the Sword Prison.
Anyone entering or leaving the Hidden Peak had to take this route. There was no other possibility.
It was said that this had been the intention of the Green Mountain Sect's ancestral masters when they established the Hidden Peak.
Only by being cast into the jaws of death could one find life afterward.
Only in truly desperate surroundings could