Nalan Ye Jue paused, then continued: "The path that Young Master Hai took leads to the dungeon where the Seventh Elder imprisoned his disciples."
This news was too shocking.
As a result, Qin Xin couldn't even bother questioning the man about hiding his identity earlier, and instead furrowed her brows: "He imprisoned his disciples? What do you mean?"
Nalan Ye Jue pressed his lips together, the eyes behind his mask flickered slightly, as if pondering, telling her only part of the truth so as not to overly shock her worldview.
"He... chose disciples not to pass on cultivation techniques or to elevate their abilities, but to absorb their abilities for his own use."
"So, for so many years, the most outstanding students selected by the Divine Academy never came out again after entering his manor."
"There are rumors in the martial world that those disciples gained more noble status and greater mana, but in reality, they long became piles of white bones, puddles of blood."
