"A mere martial artist with Three Energies Unification, and you dare act so arrogantly!"
As Lian Youming's words fell, the owner of those eyes spoke hoarsely, his laughter as grating as a knife scraping stone.
Those eyes came from the gate opposite him, across the dark passage. The eyeballs almost seemed to bulge out of their sockets, their surfaces densely veined with blood.
An old wretch with disheveled hair.
Lian Youming studied him with interest while casually tearing off his own ragged clothes. Ignoring the man's gaze entirely, he stripped naked and changed into prison clothes.
He stood behind the gate, facing the man across the passage. "You're in the Foresight realm, but aren't you still locked in this hellhole, clinging to life? What have you got to boast about?"
"Heh heh, laugh all you like. You'll suffer soon enough."
More voices rose from nearby.
"Boy, what did you do to get thrown in here? Let's hear it."
"Fuck, what could a brat who hasn't even grown his hair yet possibly have done?"
"What year and month is it outside?"
"What sect are you from? If we have old ties, you might keep your life. If you're from some no-name outfit, heh heh, you'll be dying shortly."
Voices rose one after another, wailing and howling in a deafening clamor.
Lian Youming glanced at the shackles on his feet and ignored the commotion around him. Listening quietly, he discovered that the deeper into the dark passage he listened, the fewer people spoke, and the more unfathomable the presences imprisoned there became.
As for the gate before him, it was immensely thick, fitted with a heavy lock outside. There was only a narrow slit in its upper half, while a small square hatch in the lower half was presumably for delivering