1162: The Ending (11)

The Ending (11)

The South Saint King suddenly pulled the chain. The chain was not long, and he pulled it as soon as he moved.1

However, the voice still called the West Saint King back.

She wasn't allowed to look or listen, but he couldn't not let her breathe. It was very difficult for her too, okay? If you have the ability, you should be more handsome yourself, have a better voice, and smell better!

Prince Yan would never notice something that he did not have to pay attention to. He looked at the South Saint King. It was clearly a calm gaze, but the South Saint King was vaguely defeated.

Prince Yan returned to his seat. Seeing that he had returned safely, Shadow Thirteen sheathed the sword he had just drawn.

"I'll give you a few choices," Prince Yan said as he looked at the four of them. He pointed behind them. "Do you see the hourglass on the wall? In a while, there will be such an hourglass in the room you go to. The sand in the hourglass will last for two hours."

The four of them did not understand what he meant. Why was the hourglass suddenly mentioned? Also, what were they going to do for two hours?

Prince Yan said slowly, "In a while, you will be interrogated separately. Each of you has two hours to confess. If you don't say anything, then you've won. I admit that you have a backbone and I'll let you go. If you all say it, then I've won. I'm happy and I'll let you go."

What the hell? He let them go whether they confessed or not? Was there such a good thing in the world? Or was this man's brain damaged? He didn't even know how to force a confession?

"Don't be anxious, I'm not done yet," Prince Yan said. "You've lost a lot of your strength, right? I have holy medicine from the Nether Capital here. One pill is equivalent to a year's worth of strength. The first person to confess will obtain ten years of strength. The second person to confess will obtain five years of strength. The third person to confess can obtain two years of strength. As for the last one, I'm sorry. If three of you confess, but one hasn't, then I can only keep you in the Young Master Manor and imprison you."

"We won't confess!" The North Saint King shouted angrily.

"Yes, in order to show my respect to your Sacred Clan, if none of you confess, I'll give you fifteen years of cultivation for nothing in addition to letting all of you go. If all of you confess, you won't be able to obtain your cultivation." Prince Yan looked at the four of them with a faint smile. "Do you want to leave? Do you want fifteen years of cultivation? Then you have to grit your teeth and not confess."

With that, Prince Yan waved his hand and got someone to bring them down.

The Young Master Manor was big enough. There were east, west, north, and south. Each of them had a corner. He was not worried that they would have any chance to communicate or eavesdrop on each other.

At first, the two of them thought that this was only a competition for two hours. This man called Prince Yan had underestimated the Sacred Clan too much. Not to mention not confessing for two hours, even if it was for ten days to half a month, they would definitely not say a word!

Moreover, they were not stupid. Prince Yan had said that if the four of them did not confess, they could leave and obtain fifteen years of cultivation.

They did not have much doubt about the medicinal effect of that pill. The moment the medicine bottle was opened, they felt its powerful medicinal properties. They believed that those pills were useful. However, the strength brought by the pills could not be compared to the Saint King Realm, but it was much better than their half-dead appearance.

They firmly believed that they would definitely defeat Prince Yan.

They had even thought that Prince Yan might bluff and interfere with them. In the end, after Prince Yan locked them in the room, he did not care about anything else.

There was not a single person who came to persuade them!!!

The room was dark and it was terrifyingly quiet.

Everyone tried to increase their five senses and sense the movements of their companions. Unfortunately, the Young Master Manor was too big. With their current realm, they could not hear what someone said from so far away.

Two hours was really not long. It could even be said to be fleeting.

Shouldn't someone come and sow discord between them? For example, lie that someone had already confessed. If you don't confess now, you won't even be able to catch up to the second one?

If the other party really did this, they might not be so worried, but everything was too calm. It was as if they had been forgotten by the Young Master Manor.

"If three of you confess, but one hasn't, then I can only keep you in the Young Master Manor and imprison you."

There were less than fifteen minutes left until two hours. Prince Yan's words suddenly flashed across the North Saint King's mind and he immediately shuddered. "F*ck! Don't tell me the three of them have already said it?"

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