In the pitch-black dungeon, orange-red firelight flickered.
Behind one iron door after another were men dressed in thin white clothes, mostly strong men and energetic youths.
Although the dungeon was simple, these "prisoners" were clean. After all, they were Cauldron Slaves offered up for the Fairies' cultivation, and they absolutely could not have any strange odors or illnesses.
On a straw mat, a handsome young man slowly opened his eyes.
He raised his hand, his gaze dazed as he looked at the Silver Ring on his finger, engraved with the character "Qian."
The Engagement Ring from Liyuan was gone.
And this Engagement Ring from Lin Qianyan had not yet been destroyed.
So...
"How... did I come back a hundred years in time?"
'My head is spinning. I vaguely remember hearing a clap of thunder, and then...'
Pei Yuhang shook his head, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember why he had "reborn" at such a terrible point in time.
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