Chapter 618

All the poisonous gas in the dungeons had been completely extracted, but Jace still couldn't bear the smell. She quickly put on a gas mask. Her gaze darted toward the innermost cell, and she couldn't help but feel nervous. Just when she was just one step away from that cell, she suddenly stopped in her tracks. She didn't know whether she'd be greeted with Cyrus' corpse or an empty cell. They were rivals, but his death was the last thing she wanted. With this notion, Jace gathered her courage and marched toward his cell. To her surprise, Cyrus was still lying in the same spot when she turned around. He was still dressed in the same clothes. She sighed. "So, you really are dead. And I thought the young lord of the Hippocrates Sect might have been you." A pang of sorrow shot through her. Jace was about to leave, but she halted her steps by the door. She felt like something was amiss. She approached him again, looking puzzled as she scrutinized Cyrus' serene expression. He had sho