A man stepped in front of Lai Yiteng's jail cell. Tall, with dark purple clothing and boots with gold embroidery. One that made Lai Yiteng's blood run cold as he suppressed shivers from erupting.
"He is awake," the man noted in a dry, apathetic tone. "You may call me Junshen, I won't bother asking for an honorific." He clapped his hands and a shorter person ran over within a few seconds, carrying a bowl.
Lai Yiteng wanted to speak, but his throat was so dry it was raspy.
It was hard to comprehend that what seemed like only moments ago, he was at Lotus Sect's Tranquility courtyard. Lai Yiteng coughed, his abdomen stinging, before he said, "I do not know your intentions nor identity, but do you think Lotus Sect will allow this?"
In return, Junshen had no change in expression, as though he'd dealt with such words countless times. "Your dear Sect already believes you to be dead, all thanks to your little junior-brother. I would not expect to be saved."
