Li Chunfeng was tossed into the damp dungeon once again, handled like nothing more than a sack of trash. The men who threw him in felt nothing at the sight of his half-dead state; they turned and left immediately, as if the dungeon were a source of bad luck they wished to escape as quickly as possible.
Li Chunfeng landed face-first, his mouth filled with a mixture of blood and grit. He spat repeatedly, trying to clear his throat. Once he stood up, he couldn't help but think that playing this part was truly exhausting. Had the moment not been premature for revealing his true identity, he would never have endured such humiliation.
He scanned his surroundings. The dungeon was a natural underground cave with walls like solid bronze and iron; jagged rock formations clawed at the air, eerily identical to the stone carvings at the main entrance of the Lone Star Pavilion. The gate was forged from millennium-old dark iron; without an elder’s secret key, it was impossible to open. Even using brute force to breach it would require a significant drain of one’s Illusion Power.
Chapter 242