He was broad-shouldered, with dark skin and wild, untamed eyebrows. A thick scar stretched across his chin. His clothes were just as torn and bloody as the others, and his gaze just as empty.
That man was Xu Jie.
Months ago, he had met Xiao Ning in Paradise Valley and, for reasons only the heavens knew, had knelt and called him Master. At that time, Xu Jie was already a Core Formation expert.
And yet now, he walked among mortals, wearing chains like the rest of them.
No one noticed anything strange. Even the guards leading the procession treated him as just another peasant. Their spiritual sense swept over him, but found nothing more than the shallow breath of a mortal on the brink of death.
Whatever method he used to suppress his cultivation, it worked flawlessly.
As they reached the gate, it groaned open slowly, revealing a massive corridor carved from black stone. Faint crimson torches lit the walls.
At the end of the passage was a massive open chamber.
