Jiang Qi followed the Xue Family Elder all the way to the prison; the deeper they went, the colder and more eerie the atmosphere grew around him.
The prison corridor was narrow and dim, with walls covered in moss, and the damp air carried a scent of decay.
On both sides of the corridor hung a few dim oil lamps, emitting a weak light that made the entire area appear particularly dark and bizarre.
The floor of the prison was paved with rough stone slabs, filled with deep cracks and stains, seemingly recording the pain and despair of countless prisoners.
Occasionally, the sound of chains clashing and low moans could be heard from the cells, causing a chill to run down one's spine.
The iron doors and bars were rusted and engraved with ancient Runes, flickering with a faint spiritual light, clearly designed to seal off the prisoners' powers, preventing them from escaping.
