"But since you require them, it is their honor." The person replied solemnly.
Zhang Rongfang smiled and nodded. The increasingly fanatical attitude of the Thousand Stone Sect sometimes left him unsure of how to respond.
"You all wait outside for now," he said.
"Yes."
Swish!
A shadow flickered, and Zhang Rongfang stepped into the cave.
Inside the dimly lit cavern, iron bars as thick as a child's arm formed cages, neatly arranged on both sides of the cave.
Most of these cages were against the walls, containing shadowy figures hunched or standing inside.
They mostly wore no clothes, filthy beyond measure, with long hair drooping down, nearly obscuring their faces.
Zhang Rongfang didn't mind; those imprisoned here were all traitors and villains of the Thousand Stone Sect.
In other words, everyone here was a martial artist, and of considerable rank.
