Former drinking buddies turned into prison mates.
This was Chu Ning's current situation, as he and a group of people were brought to a cell at the foot of the mountain by Wenjin Sect disciples.
The prison was protected by a formation, and there were Foundation Establishment experts in charge, making escape impossible.
"A disaster that came without warning, we've really been struck by undeserved misfortune."
"Isn't that the case for everyone? I had little to do with Qin Shan originally, only becoming acquainted with him after he achieved Foundation Establishment. This is quite normal among people."
Inside the cell.
Chu Ning sat quietly; there were six of them locked up together, and at this moment, an elderly man was grumbling.
"My fellows, it's useless to say these things now; we should think of how to resolve our current predicament."
The speaker was a middle-aged man, whom Chu Ning remembered was named Yang Ming.
