Ren Qing's speed was naturally beyond comparison with that of ordinary cultivators. In no more than a moment, he caught up with the other man.
Only then did he notice that he recognized this person. He was the nephew of Zhang Qiu, a Forbidden Guard, though he was in a rather sorry state now.
His body was covered in wounds, and one arm hung limp at his side.
The Serpent Man said darkly, "Ren Qing, we have neither old grievances nor recent grudges. Why must you strike with such deadly force?"
Seeing the terrain around them gradually narrow, he gritted his teeth and stopped.
The Prison Guards slowed slightly and circled the two from other directions. It was clear that, as time passed, their intelligence had long ceased to be ordinary.
The Serpent Man watched Ren Qing warily, while Ren Qing also halted.
"I see this place has already left the prison. Should we continue deeper from here?"
Ren Qing gripped the saber hilt and looked around, feeling as though he stood within an underground tunnel.
The walls were veined like living flesh, and the ground beneath his feet was somewhat soft as well.
Though it was an enclosed space, he could see a pitch-black cave in the distance, from which pale green, rotten-smelling smoke drifted.
The Serpent Man realized Ren Qing was not an enemy. They had also met outside Jailer Hall, both having been brought here by Forbidden Guards.
His tone softened as he replied, "We have not actually reached Jailer Hall yet. We must pass through Knot Cave first."
"Knot Cave..."
Ren Qing was slightly taken aback.
He was fairly familiar with Butcher Zhang, so he had heard the common folk's names for various internal organs.
The small intestine indeed had the colloquial name of knot.
But