Swoosh!
In the next moment, an elder emerged from the depths of the palace, leaning on a black cane. He was clad in a black robe, his entire body shrouded in a black mist, exuding a bizarre aura of dark death that obscured his true face.
At the instant he appeared, Jiang Fan felt his hackles rise, sensing a deadly crisis.
Clearly, this elder in the black robe was an incredibly terrifying existence.
It seemed that if he made a move, he could easily crush him.
"May I ask who you are, senior?"
Jiang Fan inquired.
"You may call me the Prison Elder."
"I am the master of this Immortal Prison Hall."
"I didn't expect a lowly Seventh-Layer Divinity Transformation cultivator to be recognized by the Immortal Prison Order."
"It seems you are quite extraordinary."
The black-robed elder, claiming to be the Prison Elder, looked at Jiang Fan with interest.
For one to be recognized by the Immortal Prison Order is not an easy feat.
