"Hold on, what are you here for?"
Just as Eunuch Gui finally managed to pull me into the cell, thinking we could finally see Mùróng Zhuó without a hitch, an elderly and somewhat authoritative voice suddenly rang out.
We looked over and saw an elderly head jailer emerge from somewhere. His back was hunched and his face was lined with the years, but his eyes were sharp and shrewd. At that moment, he was staring right at us, blocking our path dead in his tracks.
Chapter 117