Silent and gloomy, cold and damp, the air was permeated with a moldy stench of blood.
Walking down this long, quiet corridor, only Xu Yuan and Xu Mengxi's footsteps echoed softly.
Along the way, Xu Yuan could clearly see the pitiful state of the prisoners on both sides of the cells.
Those imprisoned here were either local powerhouses or once-glorious high officials from the court.
But now some were mutilated beyond recognition, their bodies blurred with blood, their painful moans silenced by the soundproof formations of the cells.
Once someone entered this prison, they were basically cut off from the world.
This was Xu Yuan's first time in such a place.
The prison was on par with Sky Prison and Black Prison, known as the three great prisons of Dayan.
The former pair were official, while the latter was privately run.
They had a notorious reputation among the elite, infamous for framing the loyal and righteous, and forcing confessions through torture.
