Fang Heng raised his guard, taking a few steps forward while eyeing the middle-aged man carefully.
"Heh... it's been a long time since anyone came here."
Carlyle, realizing someone had entered the sealing space, slowly raised his head and sized up Fang Heng. His voice was hoarse, yet tinged with mockery, "Imp, has the Holy Court locked me away for so many years because they were bored, so they sent you here to die?"
Fang Heng concentrated on Carlyle, flipping his wrist as a great holy sword materialized in his hand. He chuckled and said, "No, you've misunderstood. I've accepted a trial mission from the Holy Court. I'm here to borrow your life for a bit. You've been stuck here for so long; surely you're bored. How about I help set you free?"
"Hahaha! So you're a trial participant. Interesting!" Carlyle laughed. "It can't be easy for the Holy Court to cultivate a trial participant. Aren't you afraid of dying here?"
