Tian Lin was momentarily speechless; he didn't know why Shang Yu would have Zhao Si guard him for no reason.
But listening to Zhao Si, it seemed that coming here was not like being imprisoned, but more like being 'nourished'.
"Then, thank you for your kindness, Brother Zhao."
Tian Lin casually commented as he slowly walked to the iron door that imprisoned him.
He had just seen Xing Shanping bend the iron door with his bare hands, which somewhat shocked him.
Because when he entered the iron prison, he had tested the hardness of this iron cell.
At that time, Tian Lin felt that the iron bars seemed to be specially made for imprisoning cultivators. The material appeared somewhat special, not made of ordinary fine mortal iron.
Indeed, Tian Lin grabbed the prison door with both hands, attempting to circulate his True Qi.
However, he discovered that as soon as he funneled True Qi into his palms, the iron pillars of the door, like living creatures, absorbed the True Qi he injected.
