Ren Qing's speed was naturally far beyond that of an ordinary Cultivator, and in just a moment, he caught up and was running alongside the other man.
He then noticed that the man looked familiar—it was the nephew of Forbidden Guard Zhang Qiu, though he was now in a sorry state.
His body was covered in wounds from head to toe, and one of his arms hung limply at his side.
The snake-man said with a grim expression, "Ren Qing, we have no past grievances or recent enmity. Why the need to be so ruthless?"
Seeing the surrounding terrain gradually narrow, he gritted his teeth and came to a stop.
The Prison Guards' movements slowed slightly as they circled the two from different angles. It was clear that with the passage of time, their Spiritual Wisdom had become quite developed.
The snake-man watched Ren Qing warily, and Ren Qing halted as well.
"I see we've left the Prison. Are we supposed to keep going deeper?"
