Upon hearing Gu An's words of comfort, Wu Jue could only offer a bitter smile.
An amused chuckle came from a nearby cell.
"Covering the sky with one hand? The Sheng Family really has such capability!"
Gu An turned his head to look and saw an old man with white hair approaching the edge of the prison cell, his hands bony and clutching the mahogany bars. He looked at Gu An with a face full of scorn.
Gu An feigned a frown and asked, "Could it be that you are also from the Sheng Family?"
The old man laughed and said, "If I were from the Sheng Family, how would I have ended up like this? Like your friend, I offended the Sheng Family, and even the Hall of Elders told me to lay low for a while. I've been locked up for a century now, and I fear I will spend the rest of my days here, waiting for the day the Sheng Family sheaths their butcher's blade."
After listening, Wu Jue slightly lowered his head.
