The Abyss on the southern bank of the Rinsing Spirit Sect, within a realm of distortion.
Black mist swirled around, and two figures were hidden within, making it difficult to see their faces.
In addition, black light continuously flickered over the two figures, casting their faces into alternating light and shadow.
An old man leaning on a cane watched this scene coldly from the side.
Sigh!
Finally, with a dull exhalation, the black light faded and gradually vanished.
It seemed as though some sort of ritual had concluded.
"How was it?" the old man asked.
"It was the Zhishoulou," one of the figures replied in a muffled voice, "Zhishoulou took action, and the Prison Warden Office sent cultivators to capture my 'soul.' They used various means, attempting to pry open my mouth and find out the reason for our recall of the cultivators from Dragon City Pass."
"My 'soul' was the same," the other figure echoed.
