The mourning assistant looked at the prison door in confusion and looked around - this is the world deep in his mind, and no one else could enter.

But who was the voice just now?

It was the first time I heard a very strange voice, but why did it reveal an inexplicable sense of familiarity?

Moreover, the helpless subconscious was telling him that those who have this voice would not harm him.

"Come in, kid." The voice sounded again, "Come in."

"Everything that you are confused about will be answered here."

The mourning assistant picked up the key, and the key was engraved with a pattern of forging hammers and long swords intertwined - it was the clan emblem that belonged only to the Sato family.

The last bit of hesitation in my heart was completely disbanded by the clan emblem. The mourning assistant didn't say much, and directly opened the prison door in front of him with the key, and walked in.

The moment he stepped into the prison door, the whole world changed.

The snow-white world of truth disappears, and instead is a dark and strange room.

The mourning assistant narrowed his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him, "Is this... a prison?"

“Yes, this is a prison.”

The voice came from behind the helper. The helper suddenly turned around and the next moment, the sound of exclamation rang out uncontrollably.

"Grandpa, the patriarch?"

The old man with gray hair and a little hunched smiled kindly, "Little mourning helper, you have grown up."

The mourning assistant hugged the old man in front of him and cried loudly.

I thought I would never see someone again, but I didn’t expect that I would see him here.

The grandfather of the patriarch patted the back of the mourning assistant and said happily: "Now you should know where this place is?"

"Yeah." The tone of the monk was still choking, "This is probably the inside of the Sage Stone, right?"

Grandpa, the patriarch, nodded, "Yes, this is the Sage Stone, the interior of the Eye of Truth you have."

"You can also call it Velvet Room, although I don't know why I want to give it this name."

"I didn't have the chance to meet you like this. After all, after being refined into the Sage Stone, my soul is like a prisoner who is imprisoned, and there will be only chaos and madness." Grandpa of the clan leader said with some emotion, "But someone likes to meddle in other people's business. In order to let us meet you, he has connected the Sage Stone to the depths of your thinking and gives us the opportunity to see you."

"Strange naming and meddling in other people's business..." You can guess with your butt. Who else can be guessed by such a passion for trouble... besides Ye Xian?

"You can't stay here for too long, so I won't talk much." Grandpa, the patriarch, sighed and took the helpless hand to the cell. "If you go out this time, you can bring the two brothers with you."

“Bring it with you?”

"Don't the armor you are trying to forge need the Sage Stone?" Grandpa of the clan leader narrowed his eyes and said, "Two Sage Stones with soul weight should be enough."

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PS: Fortunately, I caught up. I feel that after class tomorrow, I have to sit in the library to write. The efficiency of writing when I go home is not very good. I can see if it will be better if I change the environment.
Chapter completed!