"Master..."
"I hope I'm not disturbing you."
the voice of the Seventh Prince, already extremely weak, knelt down on the weeds in a pitch-black dungeon, his eyes filled with unwillingness and anger as he spoke in a frail and hoarse voice, "Disciple knows that people from the higher realm cannot travel to the lower realm, and even if you, Master, were aware of my current plight, there would be nothing you could do but worry."
"Disciple didn't want to trouble you, Master, with such trivial matters."
"But..."
"Even though I thought this way, as I am about to depart, I still wish to inform you, Master, I have not disgraced you. Disciple has become the number one Sword Cultivator in Da Xia Country and has successfully broken free from the prison of Da Xia Country."
"It's just... I can go no further, Master... Have I still brought shame upon myself?"
The voice of the Seventh Prince grew weaker and weaker, almost merging with the darkness of the dungeon.
At that moment—
