Leng Sha prattled on and on about a big list of things, but when summed up, it was essentially three prohibitions: never meddle in affairs that aren't your business, never listen to secrets you aren't supposed to hear, and never go to places you aren't supposed to go!
Zhao Sheng nodded repeatedly as he listened, seemingly in full agreement.
But in reality, what did he actually know about the true state of Avici Hell? He was aware of what Leng Sha knew. And he also knew what Leng Sha did not.
In the thirteen-layered prison, darkness and cold silence reigned, with evil spirits nearly materializing. Zhao Sheng walked shoulder to shoulder with Leng Sha, while all sorts of strange noises emanated from the cells on both sides.
Bang, bang, bang!
Heh heh, heh heh... Roar!
"Let... me... out... I am... Sect Leader... Choose wealth and glory to your heart's desire..."
