"Martial artist?" Su Nan was surprised.
There were seventy-two cells on the first floor of the prison, most of which housed demons, with only a small portion housing martial artists.
Besides Zhou Lingyin in Cell No. 24 and the mysterious old man in Cell No. 30, he had also met some martial artists.
It was a pity that those people might have been trying to advance in their realm or for other reasons. Even in this prison that could suppress bloodline and delay the loss of control, they still lost control.
However, the man in front of him didn't.
The middle-aged man sat cross-legged in his cell, his eyes sharp. Seeing Su Nan opening the prison door, he did not rush out like the other out of control warriors, wanting to leave the cell.
The middle-aged man looked at Su Nan with suspicion in his eyes, "A mortal warrior? How did you get in here?"
He can see my realm?
The middle-aged man's words made Su Nan stunned.
