In this gloomy, profound, and bone-chilling cave, wisps of chilly mist drifted about like countless wandering souls. Strange, ghostly blue lights flickered on the stone walls, waxing and waning, adding an eerie and terrifying atmosphere to the entire cave. The dripping sound of water was exceptionally clear in the silence, resembling a countdown to death. All of this had been intentionally arranged by Lin Feng.
The moment Ancestor Hongjun caught sight of Lin Feng, not a trace of anger surfaced on his face. Instead, he remained as calm as an untroubled, deep pool. Narrowing his eyes slightly, his gaze exuding an extraordinary calmness and composure, he parted his lips and asked in a steady, powerful voice, "Fellow Daoist, since you have imprisoned me here without directly striking to kill me, could it be that you have taken a fancy to something of mine?"
His sleeves drifted in the air. Even trapped in this damp and gloomy predicament, he still maintained an otherworldly elegance. His slender figure resembled a pine tree that stood tall and firm through wind and rain, every subtle movement appearing graceful yet dignified.
Chapter 48