Within a small, hidden room in the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb stood Tianming, dressed as a jailer with a whip in his hand. Before him was a beauty the likes of which the world had never seen dressed as a prisoner. Her hands and legs were tied up, and her hair was a mess. Her tears pitifully flowed down her charming face.

"Ahem...." Tianming cleared his throat and shot her a stern look. "State your name."

"Jiang Feiling," she fearfully said.

"Age?"

"Eighteen...."

"Nonsense! You look at least ten million years old to me!"

"Fine, I'm infinite years old," she relented, blowing a raspberry.

"Enough nonsense and speak only when spoken to!...