In the blink of an eye, the Celestial Sorrow Demon Monarch had been imprisoned in the Celestial Cabinet Prison for a thousand years.
According to the original sentence and the special circumstances of Feng Xi's plea for him, the Celestial Sorrow Demon Monarch had reached the day of his release.
Thus, when a three-meter-tall, burly werewolf arrived at the door of the Celestial Sorrow Demon Monarch's cell.
The nearby ice instantly melted, replaced by a lush scene filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers.
"Celestial Sorrow Demon Monarch, your sentence is up."
This tall werewolf had a young voice that didn't match his physique.
With each step forward, grass would grow beneath his feet.
When the werewolf officially opened the cell door, the once frigid Celestial Cabinet Prison had already turned into a green field.
"Has the time really come?"
Sitting cross-legged at the center of the cell, the Celestial Sorrow Demon Monarch slowly opened his eyes.
