Qinglan Sect, Tiandang Peak, outside the mountain gate.
A young man in black staggered, panting heavily, as he walked towards the mountain gate ahead.
Under the moonlight, the youth was covered in bruises and blood, his body a mess of injuries, as if he had suffered inhuman torture.
The ring on his right hand emitted a faint, strange light, followed by a sigh, "Young friend, I just exhausted all my soul power to break the death prison's wards and rescue you!"
"What we need to do now is escape from this Qinglan Sect—the farther, the better!"
"As the saying goes, a wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. Where there's life, there's hope!"
"These principles hold true even in the Upper Realm! Why are you so obstinate?"
