Markan looked at Kiran with a shocked expression.
"How do you know my name?"
"Of course, I know your name. The oldest prisoner of this place. Thrown here just because you didn't love a girl that loved you. All the hard work you put in to become an Astral Plane transcendent cultivator that too to the late stage was currently wasted in this dark and damp cell."
Markan looked at Kiran with a frown and asked a bit coldly.
"How do you know so much information about me?"
"I know a lot of things Markan and I also know a way to get you out of here and even get your revenge. Do you want my help?"
Markan frowned and looked at Kiran suspiciously. Who can blame him though? A person who is sitting in his opposite cell with just Astral Pre-transcendence cultivation saying that he can get him out of here and even the revenge, is completely nonsensical, to say the least.
Kiran understood his suspicion, but only faintly smiled and said.
