The chains shook violently, and Zhang Daoling climbed out from the depths of the iron prison.

When Wei Lichu saw the iron chain as thick as a baby's arm, he almost gnashed his teeth in hatred. In his impression, his master had an immortal appearance and was a hermit who was not tainted by the mundane world.

How dare Cheng Ying humiliate her master like this?

Just as Wei Lichu was glaring at Cheng Ying angrily, the sharp dagger in Cheng Ying's hand slashed across his neck, leaving a bloody mark.

Zhang Daoling grasped the iron railing, his eyes were bloodshot, and he uttered a hard and unpleasant voice: "Stop!"

"Didn't you say that everything in the world has its own destiny? Today, I want him to die here. Zhang Daoling, do you still insist on your so-called destiny?" Cheng Ying tapped Wei Lichu's cheek with a dagger and wiped off the blood on the knife.

"No! You can't kill him!" Zhang Daoling knew that Cheng Ying was forcing him, but the time was not right... Looking at the blood constantly flowing from Wei Lichu's neck, Zhang Daoling's heart was filled with powerlessness. He had been imprisoned by Cheng Ying for three years and had never wavered or retreated.

Is it really going to fail at the last moment?

"Chu'er..." Zhang Daoling's lips trembled.

Wei Lichu began to feel dizzy due to blood loss. He licked his pale lips and looked at Zhang Daoling: "Master, don't worry about me. This eunuch will go to hell sooner or later!"

Cheng Ying stepped on Wei Lichu's back, pinned him to the ground, and crushed him hard with her toes.

Wei Lichu groaned and heard the sound of his bones breaking, but he still said in the direction of Zhang Daoling: "The Great Dao is impartial, Master, you have never made a mistake. If I die for the Great Dao, I will regard death as life!"

Tears welled up in Zhang Daoling's cloudy eyes. He closed his eyes. At this moment, he even began to doubt whether the great path he had been seeking could really bring him success.

"Cheng Ying, please let him live." Zhang Daoling said in a compromising manner, "I didn't lie to you about what I said eleven years ago."

Cheng Ying sneered and scoffed at Zhang Daoling's words.

Zhang Daoling sighed deeply and said, "The person you are looking for will come, but it will not take ten years to set up the temple. Sooner or later, you will meet again, but the time has not come yet."

"Do you think I will believe what you say?" Cheng Ying sneered.

Zhang Daoling glanced at Wei Lichu, who had passed out due to excessive blood loss, and said impatiently, "I didn't lie to you. If you don't believe me, just take her birth date and ask someone to calculate it."

"I don't want to hear your clichés anymore!" Cheng Ying sneered. "I said I wanted you to taste my pain, but this is nothing. You're just a disciple. Compared to my pain, you're nothing!"

After saying that, Cheng Ying turned and left.

"Cheng Ying, I didn't lie to you, please let him live..." Zhang Daoling anxiously grasped the iron prison bars, and his voice echoed in the dark prison.

When they reached the stone steps, Cheng Ying said to the mute servant, "Deal with the bodies of those two people."

The mute servant responded, and after Cheng Ying left, he bent down and picked up Wei Lichu and Li Jing from the ground.

"Let him go, let him live!" The iron chain clanged, and Zhang Daoling grabbed the iron railing and said anxiously, "Tell Cheng Ying that I didn't lie to him, I didn't lie to him!"

The mute servant ignored him, carried the two men, turned off the wall lamp, and disappeared into the corridor.

After carrying the men to the attic at the top of the tower, the mute servant made a gesture and threw the two men to the ground.

Cheng Ying cleaned her fingers from the basin and said calmly, "The artery is not injured. Treat the wound on his neck and send him to the East Factory for detention first."

The mute servant nodded respectfully and took out the medicine box to treat the wound on Wei Lichu's neck.