Owen Grant also knew that Blake Carter was a true master. With a flick of his hand, he threw Henry Morgan aside, retracting the meteoric iron greatsword and the blood-red chain. Greatsword in his left hand, divine talisman in his right, he stood as if facing a formidable enemy.

The moment their auras clashed, a muffled thunder exploded, both men staggering slightly as a fierce wind howled, making their clothes snap loudly.

Behind Owen Grant, a phantom wave dozens of zhang high surged up, while behind Blake Carter, an even more imposing mountain rose with wild momentum!

The prison guards, who had already retreated far away, had no choice but to back up several more zhang.

A great battle was about to break out. The guards and wardens, fearing they’d be caught in the crossfire, all hurriedly moved even farther away. Just then, a voice called out from afar: “We’re all on the same side—what are you fighting for!”

Everyone immediately knelt down together: “Warden, sir!”

Blake Carter and Owen Grant were both stunned, reluctantly withdrawing their attacks and bowing: “Sir!”

An elderly man, tall and stout, wearing casual cloth clothes and a pair of lazy man’s shoes, strolled over, hands swinging loosely.

“拓跋, what madness are you up to now?” This seemingly easygoing old man was the warden, the master of the entire Ruolu Prison, Logan Harris.

Owen Grant replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, “Sir, Owen Grant only asks for a fair judgment—for my brother!”

Logan Harris seemed to already know what was going on, nodding, “Very well, today is the fifth day. If Eric Bennett can’t come out…”

Henry Morgan wailed, “Lord Carter, Lord Carter, save me!”

After Logan Harris, the other servants, guards, and wardens of Ruolu Prison hurried over as well. Hearing Henry Morgan’s screams, they all understood: Eric Bennett definitely wasn’t coming back. Even Jack Turner couldn’t last five days, let alone a useless one like Eric Bennett.

As soon as Logan Harris pronounced his verdict, Henry Morgan would be doomed, so he desperately pleaded with Blake Carter. Owen Grant was right—everyone knew Henry Morgan was one of Blake Carter’s men.

“Sir!” Blake Carter stepped forward, about to speak, but Logan Harris waved his hand lightly: “No need to rush. I haven’t finished. If Eric Bennett can’t come back, then Henry Morgan must pay with his life—that’s only right. The rules of Ruolu Prison cannot be broken. If Henry Morgan sets a precedent, then in the future, whoever draws that lot could just grab a mortal and throw them in. How would I handle that?”

Blake Carter was left speechless. Though he wanted to protect his trusted subordinate, this matter was too serious for him to act rashly.

Henry Morgan let out a miserable cry, scrambling up to kowtow repeatedly to Logan Harris: “Sir, please spare me! Please, sir, have mercy!”

Owen Grant ignored him, grabbed him by the neck, and strode into the ancient tower.

Behind them, Logan Harris said slowly, “Grant, don’t be anxious. If Eric Bennett can return, Henry Morgan does not deserve death—just dock his pay for three months.”

A flurry of whispers broke out: That useless guy could come back? What a joke! Is he more talented than Jack Turner? Clearly, Logan Harris is using this as an excuse to strike at Blake Carter—Henry Morgan is doomed!

Some people gloated, some looked sullen, and others just watched the show, following Owen Grant into the ancient tower.

Blake Carter looked grim. A well-dressed boy of thirteen or fourteen walked up behind him and whispered, “Father, don’t be angry. When I come of age, I will not avoid Owen Grant’s assignments. Then I’ll help you, and together we’ll bring down that old ghost Harris!”

Blake Carter looked at his son, eyes full of comfort, and nodded silently.

Blake Carter’s son, Wolf Carter, was born with the “Spirit Jade Wisdom Root,” one of the twenty greatest wisdom roots in the world, and was the number one of the next generation in Ruolu Prison.

Everyone entered the stone tower. Owen Grant stood like an iron tower beside the massive Taiji diagram, while Henry Morgan, bound by his blood-red iron chain, knelt on the ground.

Someone whispered, “Why hasn’t it started yet? What are we waiting for? Are we really going to wait for all five days to pass? How could that kid possibly come back?”

Owen Grant flew into a rage, glaring fiercely at the gossiping guards and shouting, “How do you know my brother won’t come back!”

Frightened by his ferocity, no one dared speak, though in their hearts they all muttered: With just Eric Bennett? He could come back? Not a chance.

Everyone feared Owen Grant, though some did not. Wolf Carter, in a voice far too sinister for his age, said, “Come back? Hmph, everyone here knows that useless Eric Bennett could never return. After so long, even Jack Turner would have gone mad if he came back. As for that useless Eric Bennett, he’s surely been driven insane inside, can’t open the passage, and has bashed himself to death!”

Owen Grant roared in anger, “You little brat, what nonsense are you spouting…”

“Calm down.” Logan Harris’s tranquil words sent waves of spiritual power, like great rivers flowing endlessly, soothing the quarreling crowd. Since entering, he had been sitting cross-legged with eyes closed, meditating. Only when the two began to argue did he open his eyes to speak, then closed them again, ignoring everything.

Just a single sentence was enough to subdue both Owen Grant and the proud Wolf Carter—the terrifying strength of Logan Harris was evident.