Chapter 782: Why does he look so much like the 18th Princely Heir?

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A man robed in imperial garb spoke in a deep voice, his eyes swiftly glancing over the little yellow chicken, his face exuding an aura of majestic nonchalance.

"Holy Master, about the sin value of mine..."

"No matter, I have recently obtained an excellent scripture from the Western Desert, which you may peruse and reflect upon. A mere nine hundred merit points, and you will quickly return to your peak."

"Thank you, Holy Master!"

"No need for such formality, I have seen the suffering you have endured for the Sword Dynasty, and you deserve these rewards. Now that the Saint Heir and Saintess are safe and sound, this chicken is an eyesore. Find a place to bury it!"

"Yes!"

Their conversation echoed in the quiet cell, but what neither noticed was that at some point, the little yellow chicken in the cell had opened its eyes.

The middle-aged man slowly approached the little yellow chicken, ready to take it away and find a burial spot to sell.