Hearing this, Fang Kun's entire face was filled with disdain, in his eyes the identity of Han Qianqian as described by the pierced mountain armor was not the same as saying that he was Han Qianqian?
This identity he had already known back in the Central Plains region.
It was true that Han Qianqian's name was quite useful in the Central Plains, but here, in his desert city, Han Qianqian's name was still nothing?
He would not give a second thought to one Han Qianqian, or even ten Han Qianqians, especially now that Fang Kun had been blessed with several happy events.
"Just by him? Is he worthy of being an Ice God?" Fang Kun sneered disdainfully.
"I am just being careful, after all, if he is really a true god, we ...... can't afford to offend him." The male guard said.
The Ice God was, after all, the God of Honor of the Desert Realm, and had an even greater status in their minds than the image of the True God in the Central Plains.
Because the Desert Realm was the one that needed to look up to the Ice God in actual life, the difference in status between the two was naturally clear.
Fang Kun chuckled, the corners of his mouth twitching up in disdain, "Just put a million hearts into it, I know that kid by heart, if he's an Ice God, I'll fucking eat shit for you."
The male guard bowed his head slightly, "I understand."
"Go and prepare the torture tools, later on when this young master is busy and free, have some fun with that kid." Fang Kun sneered.
The male guard nodded and hurriedly turned around and went to do his job as instructed.
After dismissing the male guard, Fang Kun was in a good mood and raised his cup with one hand and said to the people around him, "Well, the matter has been settled, gentlemen, I have important matters to attend to, so I won't bother you any more, so eat and drink well."
After saying this, he lifted his glass of wine and toasted the four sides. Fang Kun tilted his head and drank it down, then helped the woman up and took a few waitresses to hurry up with their own business.
Looking at how close Mr. Fang Kun was to himself, not only did the old woman not feel the slightest bit guilty after slandering him, but she was smugly scowling at the other women beside her, declaring her victory.
"See? Young Master Fang is not only helping me out, he's also helping me out. I told you, if I were ten years younger, I wouldn't be able to charm him to death. He's just something I have in my pocket." The woman laughed.
A few women next to her looked at me, and I looked at you, with a mixture of disgust and envy in their eyes.
The people on the other side of the room were quietly pointing out the woman behind her back, while others secretly sighed at the young master of the Fang family's wisdom and martial arts, chanting how good it would be if their daughters could marry such a man.
At the other end of the room, Han Qianqian was already being pressed by some male guards on his way to the Heavenly Prison.
The Heavenly Prison was located on the far left side of the front hall, past a large hall called the Yin Yang Division, and then into a deep, winding pathway of about a hundred metres, in which there was a large cell where the pangolin was kept.
The entrance to the prison is located at the end of a hidden pathway.
This was also where Han Qianqian was being held.
The entrance to the Heavenly Prison was actually just a bunker-like bulge in the ground, with a stone door several dozen metres thick, and two fierce stone beasts splitting on either side of it.
Two male guards each took a key about the size of a fist and placed it in the mouths of the two fierce stone beasts, before the door slowly opened with a loud rumble.
Almost as soon as the door opened, a disgusting stench came from inside, and occasionally one could hear what seemed to be a miserable scream from inside.
If it were a normal person, he would have been scared to death at the sight of this, but Han Qianqian's face was unperturbed.
"You are really crazy, this place has always been for the living to enter and the dead to leave." The two male guards beside Han Qianqian coldly snorted, "Escort them in."
Han Qianqian smiled and didn't say anything, slowly lifting a step and following the few male guards inside the Heavenly Prison.
As they entered, the stone door behind them slowly closed, and it seemed that the stench in the entire space became even more fierce because of the lack of ventilation, and several of the male guards covered their noses with their hands and faces.
The dungeon was dark and damp, and as they walked in, they could faintly hear the sound of chains in the cell, emanating from the far end of its corridor.
The male guard stopped, opened the door to a room at random and bellowed coldly, "Go in."
Although Han Qianqian entered, his eyes were silently glancing towards the far end of the corridor.
Although the dungeon was dark, through the faint light, Han Qianqian could still see that on the wall at the end of the corridor ......