Qin Tianlin glanced at the three people beside him. They positioned themselves behind him, to his left, and to his right. A hazy light bloomed, blanketing the area and distorting the light until he and Fan Zhao were invisible.
"Senior Uncle," Qin Tianlin called out with heartfelt sincerity. "How did you end up like this? Did that Wu Feng torture you for a confession?"
A complicated expression washed over Fan Zhao's face. He answered evasively, "The Punishment Hall has its methods..."
He then asked in rapid succession, "What's the situation outside? How is Master? Have people from the Four Great Sects and the Royal Court arrived yet?"
He had been imprisoned here for a long time and knew nothing of the outside world.
Qin Tianlin squatted down, grasped Fan Zhao's hand, and spoke in a gentle voice.
