For over a month, the Sigu Sect had neither formally interrogated this group of people nor deliberately tortured them. Yet, as prisoners in the dungeon, they naturally received not a shred of preferential treatment.
Compared to common cells, the dungeon of Baichuan Academy could hardly be called terrible. Xiao Zijin’s solitary confinement cell had a floor paved with bluestone, complete with a sleeping platform and a chamber pot; it was reasonably clean and tidy.
Yet for Xiao Zijin, who hailed from a prominent noble family and had lived a life of luxury since childhood, this place was nothing short of hell.
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