The only source of light—a lit torch—brightened the dark dungeon somewhat.
As Meng Chuan walked, he walked to the cell where his father was. Meng Dajiang—still fat—laid against the cell wall dispiritedly.
Click.
Meng Chuan grabbed the prison door and used his Quintessential Essence to cut open the lock. He pulled open the door, and calmly entered.
Meng Dajiang looked up and saw a familiar young figure walk in. He was stunned and couldn't help but say, "Chuan'er."
"Dad." Meng Chuan sat cross-legged and looked at his father. "I'm here."
Meng Dajiang had a complicated expression as he sighed. "Dad has embarrassed you."
"It says in the letter that you colluded with the Skydemon Sect. There's concrete evidence. They even said that you admitted it," said Meng Chuan calmly. "But I don't believe it."