บท 42: Cultivating while Imprisoned

In the dim room that was about to be locked, Feng Lin was violently pushed. He staggered and only managed to regain his footing with great difficulty.

BOOM!

A loud noise rang out, the door behind him was slammed shut as he was locked inside this prison with nowhere to escape. Darkness was everywhere. He couldn't even see the fingers on his hand when he stretched his hands out.

"Obediently stay inside the imprisonment room. Don't try anything funny!"

"This fellow simply has guts as big as the skies, he actually dares to disobey the head butler. He doesn't know how the word 'death' is written!"

"This person is already crippled. After offending the head butler, there's no way out for you in your entire lifetime!"

...

The clan's disciplinary squadron locked Feng Lin into the imprisonment room, laughing as they left.

Feng Lin sat cross-legged on the ground, his face fading into the darkness as his expression grew heavy.