"What plan do you have to get me out of here? Even if we escape the Ice Prison, can we really make it out of Yuntian Palace?"
The Blood Monk's mood was quite pessimistic. He sighed and said, "At this point, we are like fish on a chopping board, only waiting to be slaughtered."
Jiang Xiaobai said, "Until the last moment, we cannot give up on ourselves first."
Yu Yangzi pondered for a long time and suddenly seemed to remember something. He said, "Blood Monk, you might still have a ray of hope. Don't forget, you were once from Great Compassion Temple!"
"What's the use of bringing up Great Compassion Temple now?" The Blood Monk sneered, "Do you really expect Great Compassion Temple to save me? It's good enough if they don't carve me up."
