What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 1219

At the bottom of the Left Right Valley, the ground appeared perfectly level.

Yet Ye Yu’s profound understanding of formation techniques told him something was off.

A faint ripple of divine power pulsed just beneath his feet.

Whoever had laid this formation was hardly a master—it was crude and easily unraveled.

Breaking it would be simple.

After careful thought, Ye Yu cast a spell that let him slip inside without shattering the formation.

If he destroyed it outright, the caster would be alerted.

Better to proceed quietly and securely.

Once within the formation, Ye Yu discovered a hidden world below—a subterranean palace.

Though dimly lit, the halls were exceedingly spacious.

“Old bastard, you jerk, if you’ve got the guts, let me out so we can fight to the death!”

“Hey, say something, you thief!”

Those two furious cries rang out—all too familiar.

Veiling himself in shadow, Ye Yu crept forward and quickly located a sealed chamber.

There, after so long, sat Hong Zhencheng.

He was bound by five black-dragon chains that rendered him utterly immobile.

Even so, he hadn’t stopped cursing his captor.

Under the circumstances, his rage sounded more like powerless fury.

Ye Yu scanned the tomb palace with his divine sense. Confirming that it held only himself and Hong Zhencheng, he revealed himself to the prisoner.

“Alright, alright, stop hollering!” Ye Yu said.

Hong Zhencheng froze for a moment, then broke into tears.

“Divine Lord, I truly am not a traitor to the Boundless Hall! I knew nothing of Lord Dongfang’s schemes! I don’t even know why he spared me! Believe me, every word I’m saying is true!”

His speech grew increasingly frantic.

To him, death was not the worst fate.

Back in the Boundless Hall, actual death would at least have brought peace.

What infuriated him most was that he was innocent of any rebellion—yet Bai Shuang had deliberately ordered that Qi Bihuai not touch him, instantly making him the center of suspicion.

In moments, every fellow disciple wanted to tear him apart.

He could never forget those vindictive glares.

He was blameless, yet utterly unable to defend himself.

It was too unjust.

From that moment on, Hong Zhencheng had resolved to die—perhaps then he would find rest among his comrades.

But Bai Shuang and Dongfang Yelai denied him even that—they cast him into this dungeon, abandoning him entirely.

Here he was utterly alone; beyond endless curses, he could do nothing.

Maybe only in that way could he rid himself of guilt.

Otherwise, in the silence, memories would flood back—those eyes filled with hatred.

Hong Zhencheng wept and pleaded with Ye Yu.

Ye Yu’s expression softened.

He really did look pitiable.

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