Chapter 352: Elder in Prison_1

"I've taught you everything I could."

The old man sat against the wall in the shadows, with the setting sun's light passing through the barred window, only illuminating half of his chin.

Compared to the day before, the old man's voice was even weaker, hoarse as he spoke: "Now... how much do you still remember?"

The Savory Wind Goose squatting in the cell opposite respectfully answered, "I remember all of it, I haven't forgotten a thing."

"...Heh."

The old man chuckled softly: "At least half of what you say is a lie."

His deep, hoarse voice was filled with an unmistakable odor of death.

Since the time the old man's bowl was shattered, the Savory Wind Goose hadn't heard him say a word in front of the "jailers" who brought food.

The Savory Wind Goose had at least been given enough to eat three times a day since being thrown into the dungeon. However, the jailers had never given the man opposite him a bite to eat or a sip of water, which made his voice all the more feeble.