Demon Suppressing Cave.
Underground prison.
Zhao Junyu hung in midair, his body marked with bloody welts from the ropes that bound him.
Below, several female disciples of the Demon Suppressing Cave looked up at him.
One girl laughed and said,
"To be wed to our Saintess for a century of harmony is a blessing you've cultivated over many lifetimes. I really don't understand why you would refuse."
Zhao Junyu replied with an even tone, "Your Saintess injured my temporary guardian and kidnapped me. Do you really think that can be called a harmonious union?"
Another female disciple scoffed disdainfully, "Humph, don't play tough when you're about to die. It's your good fortune that she took a liking to you—a piece of garbage with such a minuscule amount of Soul Power."
She pinched a spell.
The ropes around him immediately tightened even more.
Zhao Junyu's brows furrowed from the stranglehold, but his mouth was filled with a cold sneer:
