The air was filled with a peculiar sweet fragrance, serene and elegant, winding gently around the nerves, bringing a slightly intoxicating warmth, causing one's Blood Qi to involuntarily surge with heat.
Chu Zheng instinctively tried to lift himself up, but a sudden heavy and cold sensation of restraint came from his arms.
He looked down, his pupils momentarily contracted.
His wrists and ankles were tightly bound by chains etched with glowing scarlet symbols, the chains felt smooth as jade at touch, suppressing all the anomalies on his body.
The scarlet symbols flowed slowly on the chains as if alive, suppressing the Yuan Qi and Divine Sense throughout his body, rendering him immobile.
Chu Zheng looked around and finally noticed that his original blue robe had been taken off and replaced with red.
