Zhao Tianyi's men escorted Moyuan and Duan Siyou through one winding corridor after another, finally arriving at a dimly lit prison cell.
The cell was thick with a damp, decaying odor. Torches flickered weakly along the walls, casting shifting, eerie shadows across the space that made one's blood run cold.
Stepping into the cell, Moyuan's hawk-like gaze instantly locked onto a somewhat disheveled middle-aged man. He narrowed his eyes slightly, his look one of scrutiny and probing, as if he meant to strip away every last secret the man held.
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