He had been swapped and had lived in a dark dungeon for more than ten years. Now, he was calmly accepting death. Such a reaction could no longer be described as "abnormal."
The more Lin Ran thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. Lin Ran narrowed his eyes and sized up Xuan Wushang. He probed in an emotionless tone, "What exactly are you plotting?"
"Plotting?"
Xuan Wushang smiled indifferently and waved his hand to show off his ragged clothes. "I'm already like this. What can I plot?"
"You're lying."
Without thinking, Lin Ran said firmly, "If you really have nothing to live for, why did you persist here for so long? Besides, you're the emperor of the Great Yong Dynasty. Even without Cloud Fluttering, this cell won't be able to confine you, right?"
Xuan Wushang did not speak, but he frowned slightly, as if he was puzzled by Lin Ran's words.