Zuo Zhongtang never imagined, not even in his dreams, that attending a grand martial world gathering would land him as a prisoner.
The prison was exquisite... the sort of exquisite that's very sturdy.
An iron door, iron windows, and even an iron bed.
"There's definitely something wrong with Li Xianyi. What kind of good person would set up an iron bed in a cell? Where did he get so much iron from?"
Zuo Zhongtang grumbled vehemently; such cells are not unheard of.
But they usually hold rather important people or old devils from the martial world who have been around for years, or those with an unusual identity, under any circumstances cannot be escaped from by big figures.
Of course, from this latter point of view, he is indeed qualified to be housed in such a cell.
After all, as the Young Sect Leader of the Profound Mystery Sect, he should have this kind of treatment.
But the problem is, every cell he passed was like this.
He wasn't special!
