The prison was cold and devoid of light due to the surrounding iron walls.

Feiyun sat on a chair made of special eaglewood and stared at Supreme in the cell. A hint of gentle sentiment flashed in his eyes as he said: “Sit down.”

Supreme didn’t do so. The ropes traced her wondrous figure while the white veil made her look mysterious.

She didn’t sit down because he said so. This was part of her pride; no one in this world could command her.

“I didn’t expect you to reach this level, I should have killed you back in Jin regardless of the cost.” Supreme closed her eyes and exuded white rays. As she raised her hands, the iron shackles on her wrists clanked repeatedly.

“You won’t...