Another day had passed, and this was already the sixth day since Ye Lingyue and her companions entered the Earth Evil Prison.
They still didn't know that a crisis was slowly approaching them.
Ye Lingyue and Little Zhiyo were already standing at the entrance of the thirtieth floor of the Earth Evil Prison.
Just as they were preparing to take advantage of the thick night, as usual, to catch the Earth Evil Monarch of this level off guard, a distant sound of music came wafting over.
The music started off far away and grew closer, clearly a joyful tune.
Could it be that even in the Earth Evil Prison, there was a celebratory occasion to be held?
Having spent some time in the Earth Evil Prison, Ye Lingyue had gotten to know some of the customs here.
The higher the level of the Earth Evil Prison, the more the habits resembled those of humans.
Yet, this was the first time she encountered a wedding.
Curiosity arose in Ye Lingyue; she followed the sound of the music.
