"Answer my questions. You only have one chance," Mo Liancheng said coldly. Besides, he was the one asking questions, not being questioned, as he outright ignored the old man's questions.
"In the prison."
"Which prison?" Mo Liancheng's eyes grew colder, his voice full of killing intent, "Don't waste time, everyone who came will end up like you. If you want more people from the Situ Clan to die, I'll make it happen."
The Capital City has more than one prison.
The government office prison, and the Heavenly Prison in the palace. And for this simple question, the old man chose to respond with something ambiguous.
The intent was clear, Mo Liancheng instantly understood.
Qu Tan'er moved, hiss! An arrow shot straight into the old man's flesh!
But while injured, it didn't harm the tendons or bones.
