บท 635: A Long 700 Years

"Nine! Nine!" Xu Jingming was furious.

Nine ceased all replies and didn't respond.

Xu Jingming fell silent. He looked at the Dark Primordial Star Spear Art on the wall and said in a deep voice, "My lucid self is too careful. Afraid of injuring my family when I go crazy? But I'm imprisoned! I can't contact the outside world, so how can I injure anyone?"

"Xu Jingming, oh Xu Jingming, you can forbid me from replying, but you should at least let me read the letters. Reading the letters can't harm my daughter…"

"I have to change the protocols the next time I pass the sobriety test."

Xu Jingming extended his hand and condensed Cosmic Force into a spear, immediately practicing his spearmanship.

…

"Master, there's a letter from your daughter," Nine reminded Xu Jingming again in the lonely Spacetime Prison.

"Oh."