Invitation

Because of the old man's backlash, Ye Tianzheng and Jiang Rong were sent back to their cell not long after.

It was a cell that was only ten square meters in size, and dark inside.

The sounds of mockery and fists pounding on the cage rang out continuously, and there were ripples of energy generated from the restrictions placed on it.

"Yo, the two pieces of trash are back. They're actually fine?"

"You two should come here and die! Hahaha!"

Ye Tianzheng did not spare a glance for them, and simply spoke to his wife.

"That person just now said that Chen'er is still alive…"

Jiang Rong nodded.

"I'm not certain, but despite the years that have passed, I've always felt that way, as if some kind of connection hasn't been broken. Perhaps it's my instinct as a mother, but I really feel that Chen'er isn't dead."