The next morning, new supplies arrived.
When the transport spaceship reached the Eighth Prison, the administrator in charge of delivering the supplies was startled when he saw the man in the black mask step forward.
He had never expected it.
The warden of the Eighth Prison himself was waiting for him.
As everyone knew, the warden of the Eighth Prison was considered a top-tier expert throughout the entire galaxy.
After all, the warden of the Eighth Prison was an SSS-level top-tier psionic talent. Such a powerful individual could even become an Imperial Marshal.
Yet, he had remained in this extremely remote Eighth Prison.
Becoming the warden of the Eighth Prison, many couldn't understand his decision.
The administrative transport officer disembarked from the spaceship, a smile of cautious flattery on his face.
"Warden, the new supplies have arrived."
"Including the precious Prismatic Stone. This was specially prepared by our Emperor for you, Warden, to aid in your psionic cultivation..."
He believed his etiquette was impeccable.
However, the warden on the opposite side, wearing a black mask, merely cast a cold glance at the man before him, whose face was full of fawning.
"Where are the new supplies I requested?"
"Where did you put the milk I need?"
The fawning man was instantly stunned.
"Wh... What?"
"What milk?"
His mind reeled. After a long, long moment, he finally realized that it was some kind of food.
"It's prepared, it's prepared."
He just hadn't expected the warden to care about such a trivial thing. The Prismatic Stone was the truly precious treasure, yet the warden showed no interest in it whatsoever, not wanting to spare any attention for it.
Instead, he was more interested in the milk.
"Place the supplies directly into the warehouse."
He entered the cargo hold of the transport spaceship, took out the fresh milk from the freezer, and was about to disembark when the administrator called out to him.
"Wait... wait a moment."
"Warden, please wait a moment!"
His voice was tinged with panic.
"Warden, it's like this."
"Our Canghai Empire's prince wishes to inquire about the current situation of the silver fox cub that was previously imprisoned in the Eighth Prison."
"Is the silver fox cub safe now? Has it entered its differentiation period..."
"This is a small personal matter of his. He knows the warden wouldn't normally concern himself with such minor things, so he has prepared a small gift for you, Warden, in his personal capacity. It's a small token of appreciation... please accept it, Warden."
As the administrator spoke, he reached out, intending to hand over a star crystal containing dragon saliva from a void dragon, which he had prepared.
The man on the opposite side let out a low scoff.
He directly pushed it away.
The metal on his black glove flashed with a chilling, heart-stopping gleam.
Then, without hesitation, he spoke directly.
"Dead."
The person on the other side was shocked! He hadn't expected such an answer.
"Ah..."
"But she seemed fine when she was sent here... and cubs are extremely precious. Even if imprisoned in the Eighth Prison, they should receive special treatment. How could she die so easily..."
His voice sounded flustered.
"Is the warden speaking the truth?"
The man's eyes were cold and sharp.
The coldness emanating from his mask seemed capable of slicing through a person, making hot blood flow from within their body.
Just one glance at his eyes felt like being cut into a thousand pieces in an instant.
"Naturally."
"Moreover, since she was sent to the Eighth Prison, one should know that there is a possibility of death."
"What does it matter if the cub is precious? Those sent here can never escape."
"Besides, I checked. Her sentence is thirty thousand years. Do silver foxes live that long? She will only slowly die of old age here."
The administrator from the Canghai Empire, who was transporting the supplies, had an extremely distressed expression. He sighed.
"Alas."
The administrator from the Canghai Empire repeatedly shook his head, his expression filled with helplessness.
"It will be difficult for me to explain this to our prince when I return."
"Warden, you may not know... this little silver fox's identity is very special. Her mother was a famous beauty in our Canghai Empire, a vixen named Manshazhu.
"As for her father, he was an unknown expert! And Manshazhu was the childhood sweetheart and companion of our prince. When Manshazhu differentiated into a vixen, she possessed stunning beauty. Our prince actually harbored feelings of affection for Manshazhu."
"But Manshazhu went to the Federation to study and unexpectedly returned home pregnant. She refused to admit who the father of the child in her womb was."
"After Manshazhu gave birth to this silver fox, her health had been poor. She was also ridiculed within the empire. Later, when the Federation went to war with the empire, she took this little silver fox to the borderlands but was declared a traitor."
"During the battles where our Canghai Empire suffered several major defeats against the Alliance, it was she who stole intelligence!"
"She was executed, and this little silver fox had its memories wiped and was sent to the Eighth Prison."
"However, our prince, remembering the past friendship with her mother, felt a bit of reluctance. He thought that if this little silver fox were still alive, he would send her some potions to help her through her differentiation period!"
The man on the opposite side listened to the other's words with a cold, expressionless face.
"So your Canghai Empire doesn't know who her father is either?"
The administrator sighed.
"Yes. However, since this little silver fox is already dead... I can only return and tell the prince this sad truth."
"Apologies for disturbing you."
He turned around, and the fleet departed from the Eighth Prison's spaceport.
As he walked back to his room, holding the milk, he saw a fluffy little fox sleeping soundly in an incubator.
So, she was imprisoned because she was the daughter of a spy?
Although she was a cub yet to differentiate, she was already without family.
She didn't even know who her father was.
The man reached out, put his hand into the incubator, lifted the little fox, expressionlessly pinched its chin, and held the milk to its mouth, feeding it.
The milk poured into its mouth, but the little fox clearly choked on it. It coughed repeatedly, then opened its eyes. It opened its mouth, and accurately sprayed the milk all over the man's face!