With the warden of Mi Mountain's black prison returned, operations were meant to get back on track.
Bai Mo changed into the gray-white Daoist robe of the warden and stepped into the black prison.
Nothing much had changed inside. The only difference was Xiao Lin, who, upon seeing Bai Mo, lunged at the wooden bars of his cell and began to curse.
An endless stream of profanity filled the air.
Bai Mo turned a deaf ear, strolling leisurely past old man Sun Qian's cell without a pause.
The old man called out a few times, but receiving no response, could only watch helplessly as Bai Mo departed.
'My term is almost up. If I can't get out in time, heaven knows what could happen.'
'Will those damnable Xuandao Sect disciples drag me off to fill the Sea Eye just to cover up their own mistakes?'
Only after completing his patrol and finding nothing amiss did Bai Mo return to Sun Qian's cell door.
"Young man?"
Old man Sun Qian looked up, his eyes filled with hope.
