Zhu Xiaocun's eyes gradually brightened, and he began to remember what had happened before. However, he only remembered being overwhelmed by an onslaught, then his Dharma Manifestation seemed to have inhaled poisonous smoke, and after that, he couldn't remember anything.
He opened his eyes and saw that he was in a cell, his Dharma Manifestation tightly bound, his physical body limp and powerless, struggling to even move a finger.
Standing in front of him was a young man with a strangely ancient look in his brows, watching him.
"Who are you? I am an Imperial Censor, an imperial envoy of the court! You dare to abduct an Imperial Envoy? Are you seeking the execution of your entire family?" Zhu Xiaocun said, his voice severe and unafraid.
The young man smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Zhu, since I dared to capture you, naturally I'm not afraid of your family being executed."
