Free Web NovelChapter 859: Chapter 113: Sorry
Thanks to his long-term training in Path Origin control, Jiang Wang’s process of sorting out Zhu Biqiong’s Tongtian Palace went off without any surprises.
And Zhu Biqiong kept her head down, watching him the whole time.
"Are you here to see me?" She had clearly seen Jiang Wang but still asked, "Daoist Jiang?"
The question sounded rather foolish, but Jiang Wang still answered earnestly, "Yes, I am here to see you."
"Granny brought you in, didn’t she?" The silly girl pouted, on the verge of tears again, "Please apologize to her on my behalf, I’m at fault, I should have been obedient. I’m sorry for failing to honor her nurturing kindness and for not living up to her expectations..."
Even at this point, she still didn’t know who had brought her to this state.
Jiang Wang paused for a moment, ultimately just continuing to sort out her Tongtian Palace, continuing her train of thought, "There are a lot of people who care about you, so you need to hold on."
The stone door behind him opened at that moment.
Jiang Wang pursed his lips; he knew that this was a signal that the time for the visit was up and that he should leave.
"I should go," he said.
Time seemed to pause for a moment, but it ultimately didn’t stay still for anyone.
"That day..." Zhu Biqiong looked at him and said, "Will you come to see me?"
Jiang Wang didn’t say anything. What could he say at this moment?
He couldn’t share any part of his plans with this foolish girl.
In the end, he simply said, "Of course."
Zhu Biqiong slowly closed her eyes, "Then, I’m not so scared anymore."
With a clench of his jaw, Jiang Wang reluctantly let go, allowing Zhu Biqiong’s body to be suspended again.
He abruptly turned around, not daring to look at Zhu Biqiong again, and quickly left the stone chamber.
A withered hand closed the stone door and secured the lock. Just as the last fifth of the incense stick had burnt out.
"Let’s go," Jiang Wang said.
After all, the prison known as Sea Tower wasn’t a place conducive for conversation. Granny Bizhu secured the keys and headed out.
Passing by the table where the prison guards were playing cards, she gently placed the keys down on the table.
None of the guards paid her any mind, and she did not pay them any attention either.
Jiang Wang watched with a cold eye, feeling that these prison guards lived entirely in their own worlds.
Outside, these individuals would be considered formidable figures, like Bi Yuanjie who became the notorious King of Hell Has No Door in Bian Cheng.
If their strength was comparable to Bi Yuanjie’s, then they should be stronger than Granny Bizhu.
This judgment was based on Hai Zongming. Granny Bizhu had confronted Hai Zongming, and their strengths shouldn’t be too different. Jiang Wang was very familiar with Hai Zongming’s strength. Although he was from the Outer Building of the Heavenly Palace, he definitely did not possess the strength of a Yama from Hell Has No Door.
And yet, Granny Bizhu, who was so imposing outside, ordering around the higher-ups of the Five Immortal Sect, was here in this dark, sunless Sea Tower, where she spent her days drinking and gambling, uncouth and disheveled.
They were prison guards, but also prisoners.
Those inmates had been tortured until they lost any curiosity about the outside world; were the guards’ states not that of stagnant water as well?
The stone door closed behind him, and Jiang Wang along with Granny Bizhu walked again on the path leading to the entrance, but this time with a completely different state of mind than when they had entered.
"Granny," Jiang Wang spoke up, "Biqiong’s condition is very bad, and I fear she might not make it to the Sea Sacrifice ceremony..."
"Ah," Granny Bizhu sighed, "Before the Sea Sacrifice, Sea Tower wouldn’t let her die."
Jiang Wang pressed his lips together, "What I mean is, could we perhaps arrange for some food to be sent to her every day?"
Granny Bizhu walked forward with her cane, her pace through the corridor as measured as it was whether ascending or descending.
"A meal dispatched, one Prime Stone," she said. "You’ve seen those guards. They are very greedy."
"No problem, I’ll pay," Jiang Wang replied without hesitation.
As though it were as easy as a few knife coins.
It seemed that what he had promised was by no means the price of a top-grade Channel-opening Pill for a meal.
Because what he had shown was the extent to which he was willing to go for Zhu Bijing’s sake.
"Good child," Granny Bizhu’s expression conveyed deep satisfaction, "Granny was just teasing you. These matters, Granny has her own arrangements."
She had received the answer she wanted.
For Jiang Wang, today’s journey also had a result. At the least, it completely ruled out the possibility of creating chaos and then escaping prison—he hadn’t thought it likely beforehand, but there was still that slim hope.
"Zhu Bijing asked me to pass on a message to you," Jiang Wang said.
"What message?" Granny Bizhu appeared somewhat surprised.
Given the special prohibitions of the Shimen, she shouldn’t have been able to hear the conversation inside from outside of the Shimen, but she must have had her ways.
It had to be said that she was very adept at concealing her emotions, truly worthy of being a contender against Hai Zongming for many years.
"She says she’s sorry," Jiang Wang said, glancing at her expression from the corner of his eye.
Indeed, other than the indistinguishable sadness, there was nothing else.
"She is a good child," Granny Bizhu said after a moment of silence, ultimately saying just that.
Was her heart really undisturbed?
Jiang Wang did not know the answer.
However, as he walked in front of the massive Shimen, Granny Bizhu, seeming to have thought of something, suddenly spoke, "Those prison guards from earlier, they used to be elders with real power in Diao Hai Building. For various reasons, they were demoted here. After enduring for a jiazi, they can leave. They are the guardians and the guarded."
"For most prison guards, a jiazi means the end of their lifespan. It’s nearly impossible for them to achieve Divine Skills in Qiu Hai Prison. Some persist and endure it, while others do not. But over these many years, the only prison guard who truly escaped was Bi Yuanjie."
"He was really an oddity," Granny Bizhu exclaimed.
King of Bian Cheng, Bi Yuanjie ranked not so high among the Ten Halls of Yama of Hell Has No Door, nor was he very famous.
But in reality, he was an oddity who held his cards close to his chest. He achieved the feat no other prison guard had ever accomplished—the escape from Qiu Hai Prison.
The news of him left the prison guards in Qiu Hai Prison with mixed feelings.
To this day, when Granny Bizhu mentioned him, she still felt apprehension.
Yet such an individual, just because he ran into the leader of the watchmen, got effortlessly slapped to death.
All his stories and his epic saga could no longer continue. Like a drop of water falling into the water, like a wisp of wind sinking into the wind, they disappeared without a trace.
Had it not been for this visit to Qiu Hai Prison, Jiang Wang wouldn’t have known who he was, wouldn’t have known his past, wouldn’t have known his prowess. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
This is the cruelest and also the most fascinating part of the world.
Geniuses may not grow up; chosen ones may not shine brightly.
Just as Liu Shentong, who was once praised as a peerless genius, merely became a footnote to Anping’s madness, a speck of dust in the annals of history.
Jiang Wang constantly reminded himself of these things, making every step he took firmer.
"Granny," in front of the massive Shimen, at the last moment before leaving Qiu Hai Prison, Jiang Wang said, "If you have any way to save Daoist Zhu, please be sure to tell me. Working together, we may be able to create many possibilities."
This was his final attempt.
"Of course. I’ve been thinking of ways," Granny Bizhu said.
But that was the only thing she said.
She stretched out her hands and once again began to move the door.
Jiang Wang too placed his palms against it, pushing together with her.
The Shimen slowly rose.
The sunlight from the outside world once again sprinkled down upon them both.
An old woman and a young man, both appeared very sincere.
