That night, they sent food to the dungeons. The previously lofty rulers were now all reduced to being prisoners. They had been locked in a dark dungeon for several days.
The Divine Temple no longer cared about what they thought. Their direct methods showed that they had burnt their bridges.
Long Xi, who remained disguised as the Sacred Dragon Emperor, was locked into the cell facing Ji Fengyan. As he watched the prison guards, bring the food and leave, Long Xi did not hurry to touch his share of food. Instead, he walked straight to the side of the cell, and looked at Ji Fengyan, who was opposite him.
Ji Fengyan seemed to sense Long Xi's movements. She slowly lifted her eyes and flashed a faint smile at Long Xi. Then she glanced at her dinner, and her lips curved in a trace of an impersonal smile.
"Looks like the Divine Temple has decided to kill."
