In a ten-foot square stone chamber, as if carved by a knife, candlelight flickered, illuminating the strong body of a young man. The solid muscles honed through arduous training on the snowfields of the Northern Land were like a sculpture: broad shoulders, solid chest muscles, each well-defined. The eight-pack abs were as sharp as a blade, glistening with sweat under the candlelight, with clear outlines sketching the arc of his mermaid line. His back was like a coiled Flood Dragon, sweat trickling down his waist, dripping onto the stone floor with a sound like Jade Pearls falling to the ground.
Suddenly awakening, Huangfu Yi discovered that his clothing and armor had been stripped away, and he was bound tightly by a piece of immortal silk within the stone chamber, unable to move a muscle.
