"Brother, the Imprisonment Space I'm guarding is just ahead," Zhao Yuan said, fawning ceaselessly over Ning Xuan as he pointed forward.
Ning Xuan gazed at the lush, flower-filled area and patted Zhao Yuan's shoulder sympathetically. "This must be difficult for you."
He said this because, along the way, Zhao Yuan had shared a great deal of information about the most powerful Cultivator in this Imprisonment Space. If Zhao Yuan wasn't lying, then that guy was a complete psychopath!
When Ning Xuan passed through the Defensive Barrier and entered the Imprisonment Space, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. He saw an old, white-haired man with no beard, dressed in a Dragon Robe. At that moment, the man was sitting upright on the Dragon Throne, with more than ten eunuchs kneeling below him!
