At this time, Dragon City was a secret place.
This was the territory of the Xiao family of Dragon City.
It was a place that saw no sunlight all year round, dark and incomparably gloomy.
It was like a space beneath the abyss, and a threatening aura flowed in the darkness.
Within a room that was neither large nor small.
A middle-aged man was held captive, his clothes tattered, hair unkempt, and his beard long and wild.
The man was very thin and looked like he was on his last breath.
This person no longer had the handsome features of his younger years, nor the upright stature he once held.
"Zhang Zhengyang, all these years, it must have been hard being locked up here, hasn't it?"
A man with unibrow walked up to Zhang Zhengyang and asked.
"Hahaha!"
The man with disheveled hair, Zhang Zhengyang, began to laugh.
But he did not speak.
"Zhang Zhengyang, if it weren't for Miss Qianqian, do you think you could have lived until now!"
