Yet, they were afforded somewhat better treatment than in a prison cell: even if they were in private rooms, it still amounted to disguised detention.
Wang Sheng and Zhu Xiao had just approached when they heard the group of outsiders complaining.
"How much longer must we be held? Is this imprisonment?"
The voice was that of a young man, somewhat impatient.
Someone answered, seemingly an old man. To Wang Sheng's senses, he resembled a top Great Grandmaster from the era before the dynasty was established. He said, "He is indeed detaining us. Everyone, calm down and wait quietly. Once they've confirmed everything, we'll be able to leave."
"We're from the First Dynasty, how dare they?"
"How dare they? Hmph, if you think that way, you might as well go back. Keeping you around will only cause problems. Haven't you suffered enough at the hands of the Border Army?" The old man snorted coldly, and the young man immediately lost his temper.
