"If you wish to join of your own accord, that is your business. If you do not, I will not force you. But... that applies only to me — I cannot speak for the others."
The Prison Sect Hell Envoy said.
"Senior, what exactly kind of power is your Prison Sect?"
Chu Feng asked again.
In truth, this was far from the first time Chu Feng had raised this question.
Along the way, he had asked about it numerous times.
Originally, Chu Feng had harbored deep hatred for the Prison Sect.
He had believed it to be a heretical order — one that would stop at nothing to achieve its goals, a thoroughly evil power with blood on its hands beyond count.
But later he discovered that, aside from planting Prison Infants inside children's bodies — an act utterly beyond the pale — the Prison Sect rarely seemed to slaughter the innocent indiscriminately. Take this Prison Sect Hell Envoy, for instance: his attitude toward Chu Feng had been genuinely amicable.
Under normal circumstances, after everything that had happened before, Dao Hai Xiangu and Saint Light White Brow should not have been allowed to live.
But they had been left unharmed. Even though Saint Light White Brow had once talked back to the Prison Sect Hell Envoy, the Envoy had not moved against him — he had not even disciplined him.
And Chu Feng himself had initially spoken out of turn as well, yet the Envoy had not punished him either. He had even taken the time to explain.
Along the journey, similar incidents had occurred more than once.
He might not know everything, but at the very least, this Prison Sect Hell Envoy gave Chu Feng a somewhat unusual impression.
He was certainly no good man, but neither did he seem particularly evil.
And so Chu Feng's view of the Prison Sect had grown somewhat less hostile.
"I have already told you — my Prison Sect exists to benefit all the people under heaven. But if you are hoping to pry into my sect's secrets, I would advise against it."
Chu Feng had heard this answer from the Prison Sect Hell Envoy many times before. Virtually every time he asked, he received the same reply.
But beyond that, he could get nothing.
He had even once probed whether it was the Prison Sect that had made the Immortal Star Domain disappear.
Speaking of the Immortal Star Domain, that brought up the legacy of the Great Emperor Slaying Demons.
Before the consciousness of the Great Emperor Slaying Demons had fully faded, he had told Chu Feng that his true legacy resided in the Mortal Realm of the Flower Sea within the Immortal Star Domain.
Later, when Chu Feng felt the time was right, he had gone to seek out that legacy.
But to his shock, never mind the Mortal Realm of the Flower Sea — the entire Immortal Star Domain had vanished.
And the subsequent clues had all pointed to the Prison Sect as the culprit.
It was entirely possible that the Immortal Star Domain had been stolen by the Prison Sect.
Chu Feng had originally hoped to use this Prison Sect Hell Envoy to gather information about what had happened to the Immortal Star Domain.
But who could have expected that, on this matter, the Prison Sect Hell Envoy would simply utter three words: I don't know.
Despite the fact that the Prison Sect Hell Envoy would chat with Chu Feng like a friend, his lips were sealed tight. He would not reveal a single word about the Prison Sect's secrets.
… …
While Chu Feng and the Prison Sect Hell Envoy continued on their journey, the Dragon Breath Spring Hall had reached its closing time.
This closure would last a full year, and when the hall reopened, it would be a year later — and where exactly it would reopen was anyone's guess.
It was precisely because of the Dragon Breath Spring Hall's unique operating model that people were always curious: what did the hall's attendants do after the Dragon Breath Spring Hall closed for business?
At this moment, although the Dragon Breath Spring Hall had departed from the cliff, it remained within that same mountain range, hovering in midair.
As for the eight attendants of the Dragon Breath Spring Hall — they had changed their clothes.
They had shed the garments they wore while serving others and donned identical suits of armor.
The scales on that armor bore a striking resemblance to the scales on their own skin, and the aura of the armor matched the bearing of their clan perfectly.
This armor had clearly been custom-made for them — anyone else who put it on would never achieve the same effect.
As the saying goes, clothes make the man.
That adage was perfectly suited to these eight attendants of the Dragon Dragon Clan.
Once they had donned their armor, not a single person would associate them with the word "attendant" again.
In fact, upon seeing them, one might not even dare to open one's mouth to speak.
For at this moment, the presence of these eight attendants was far too overwhelming. Each one stood like a divine being — an authority that commanded respect without a single word, impossible to look at directly.
They... were all extraordinarily powerful martial cultivators.
Creak—
Suddenly, the tightly shut door swung open.
A woman with a voluptuous figure walked in.
She was middle-aged, yet that did nothing to diminish her beauty. Her eyes were as alluring as a fox's, and together with her fiery figure and her bold, revealing attire, there was almost no man alive who could look upon her and remain indifferent.
Every one of them would be drawn to her.
"Lady Mucheng, you have returned."
Upon seeing the woman, all eight attendants in the hall broke into smiles — yet their eyes brimmed with reverence.
This was a reverence they had never shown to any of their guests before.
"You have all worked hard. Although the Dragon Breath Spring Hall's operating period has ended, what awaits you next is even more grueling work."
The voluptuous Lady Mucheng spoke.