C62 A Naive Person

In the depths of the Mysteries Pavilion's dungeon, where mold lingered in the air and sunlight never reached, an unusual bustle broke the gloom.

"Cui Yongran, you cur! Face me if you dare!" Zhang Ershan, his hands shackled in iron, shouted from behind the bars at Cui Yongran, who stood outside.

Unruffled by Zhang Ershan's bellowing, Cui Yongran's gaze was fixed on Lee Daniu