"There's no need for courtesy. Take me to the corresponding cell."
Lin Xin said casually.
The prison steward nodded quickly, ushering the three of them into the dark prison and swiftly through a series of restrictive gates. Soon, a specialized cell emerged in the depths of the prison.
The cell was filled with black water, and the pungent, spicy scent wafted from all around. The walls of the prison cell were patterned with lines of black and red.
These were the suppressive formations designed to restrain a prisoner's cultivation strength.
Hua Shenxi leaned against a corner of the wall, enveloped in shadow. Like a statue, he remained silent and unresponsive.
Lin Xin and his companions stood at the entrance of the cell, silently observing the figure in the corner.
"Hua Shenxi, the Sect Master has come to see you personally. Get over here," the prison steward barked without a trace of politeness.