Yet Mùróng Zhuó appeared entirely unaffected by the harsh environment. Standing tall and straight, with only a light dusting of dirt on his sleeves, he still possessed the extraordinary, innate grace that could not be concealed.
His gaze was calm and profound. Even trapped within these gloomy dungeon walls, he showed not a shred of fear.
The head jailer standing nearby hesitated for a moment, then finally couldn't help chiming in: "Young master, you can rest assured and leave! Though I am merely a humble jailer, I still carry some weight around these parts."
Chapter 120