Regarding Tu Danalie’s kind reminder, Jiang Shouzhong seed indifferent, simply staring at him intently: "You still haven’t answered my question, why are you imprisoned here."
Tu Danalie raised an eyebrow and retorted, "Are you really that curious?"
"That’s right."
Jiang Shouzhong nodded his head.
Tu Danalie shook his head helplessly, his face full of regret: "Young man, sotis being too curious can lead to your own demise. If you don’t leave now, it might be too late to leave later."
Jiang Shouzhong was about to speak when the maid suddenly rushed over in a panic and said, "Young hero, soone is coming down!"
Jiang Shouzhong’s expression beca alert, his gaze swiftly swept around, spotting a concealed crevice in the rock wall in the corner, and he darted in without hesitation.
While hiding, he didn’t forget to turn back and quickly made a silencing gesture towards Tu Danalie.
As footsteps slowly echoed, before long, a graceful and enchanting woman leisurely erged from the passage and stepped into the dungeon.
The woman had a beautiful face, appearing to be around thirty years old.
At this mont, she was dressed in an exquisitely intricate and luxurious wedding dress, forming a stark and eerie contrast with the sinister surroundings.
This woman was none other than Pucha Xiaohua, Tu Danalie’s adopted daughter.
This adopted daughter was originally the daughter of his sworn brother, and after her father’s death, Tu Danalie took her in, raising her and carefully teaching her cultivation techniques.
Due to her outstanding talent, Pucha Xiaohua had now beco a cultivator of the Saintly Ascension Realm.
"Looks good?"
Pucha Xiaohua slowly opened her arms and twirled lightly, deliberately displaying the splendid wedding dress on her body, though there was a complex emotion in her eyes that was hard to describe.
Seeing Tu Danalie silent, Pucha Xiaohua walked straight up to him.
The woman extended her long jade-like finger, lightly placed it on the chain that locked Tu Danalie, slightly leaned over, her voice soft but seemingly filled with endless aning:
"Actually, you know clearly in your heart, I don’t truly wish to marry anyone else, but rather..."
"You want to draw the dragon aura of Nanjin Country’s royal family from the Fifth Prince, don’t you?"
Tu Danalie interrupted her words.
Pucha Xiaohua’s lips curled into a faint smile, a hint of coldness and arrogance in her expression: "You think I won’t succeed?"
"Yes."
Tu Danalie looked at the adopted daughter he had raised since childhood with a complex expression, a blend of affection, heartbreak, and helplessness in his eyes, and said, "You can still turn back now; once you enter a state of madness, there’s no turning back."
Hearing this, Pucha Xiaohua couldn’t help but let out a derisive laugh:
"Turn back? From the mont I personally poisoned you, I had already stepped into the abyss, already with a sea of flas behind , how do you expect to turn back?"
She reached out her hand and tightly grasped the chain that locked Tu Danalie.
She slowly exerted strength on the chain.
In an instant, the chain visibly began to glow red, as if being burned within roaring flas.
The intense heat quickly spread, and where Tu Danalie’s skin touched the chain, tendrils of smoke began to rise, filling the air with an acrid burnt sll.
Yet Tu Danalie did not utter a cry, his deanor remained as calm as still water, simply staring at the woman.
Pucha Xiaohua observed his reaction, and monts later, slowly released her grip.
She gently caressed the burned area on Tu Danalie, her voice turning soft, as if with a tinge of reluctance and lant:
"Why won’t you just bow your head? If you did, I wouldn’t have to resort to such rebellious acts. Why be so stubborn, opposing ."
Tu Danalie remained calm, his tone indifferent:
"The second generation ancestor of Huoyun Mountain in Central Plains once said: ’A fist nurtures a person, one must not bow, bowing ans your fists have shown weakness.’ I have always rembered this phrase, I’ve been beaten down countless tis in this life, but I never learned to bow."
"Clap, clap..."
In the silence, a sound of clapping hands suddenly emanated slowly from the dark corner.
A mysterious person wearing a black cloak gradually erged from the passage.
The cloak was large, completely shrouding the figure, revealing no features, only a pair of eyes flickering with a ghostly light visible.
The mysterious person clapped while letting out a series of light chuckles: "This is the deanor of the number one expert of Nanjin Country, the one outside masquerading as you falls far short in comparison."
Strangely, the voice of this person sounded like the overlapping of both a man and a woman’s voices.
The tones were bizarre, indistinguishable in gender.
Tu Danalie furrowed his brows tightly, fixing his gaze on the mysterious person.
When he saw the other raise a hand to remove the hat, revealing a pale yet extrely handso face, Tu Danalie’s pupils suddenly contracted, his face full of astonishnt as he exclaid:
"Chu Qichuan!?"
The visitor was none other than Chu Qichuan, the manor owner of Water Moon Manor!
A few days ago during the incident at Water Moon Manor, Jiang Shouzhong and others went missing amidst the chaos, and even Manor Owner Chu Qichuan mysteriously disappeared.
Unexpectedly, he appeared here at this mont.
"Senior Tudan, long ti no see."
Chu Qichuan revealed a seemingly gentle smile and greeted softly.
Filled with suspicion, Tu Danalie imdiately asked, "Why are you here?"
Chu Qichuan sighed faintly: "So issues arose at Water Moon Manor, my wife and I were forced to leave. I’m here this ti to ask so questions, Senior."
"What’s the matter?"
"Let Xing’er tell you."
Chu Qichuan turned around and gently brushed aside his previously loose hair. As the strands shifted, they revealed a woman’s face.
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