Ye Fan and Huan Chen entered the Prison Emperor Hall and saw that many Martial Artists had gathered here, mostly men and few women; some had vicious looks on their faces, while others sat with eyes closed, resting.
There were also some people laughing.
Of course, most of all, there was a heavy, suffocating gloom.
Ye Fan knew that the Prison Emperor Hall was a place where fish and dragons mixed together. There weren't many High-level cultivators here. In Ye Fan's view, only those at least Ancestor Realm First Grade counted as high-level cultivators.
Martial Artists below Ancestor Realm First Grade simply didn't count as any sort of high-level cultivators.
At this moment, with Huan Chen leading the way ahead, Ye Fan walked forward with a calm expression.
"Huan Chen, you've finally returned.
A mild voice sounded.
Huan Chen immediately bowed and said, "Prison Emperor!"
"No need for formalities. This time, what sort of friend have you brought?"
