In the middle of the water prison, there was an empty space with a table and four long benches.
Torches burning with a 'crackle' were inserted in the walls, accompanied by black smoke rising up.
A man in silver armor was drinking and eating around the table, his face a liver-like color, suggesting he had probably had enough to drink.
Qin Yi darted out from the shadows like a ghost.
"Bang bang...!"
A few muffled thuds sounded, and everyone at the table fell unconscious.
These people's cultivation wasn't high, and the silver armor on them clearly indicated that their cultivation and status were inferior to those wearing golden armor.
Qin Yi glanced at the roast chicken and pig trotters on the table. Without the support of cultivation, he was starving.
Qin Yi grabbed the food on the table and started devouring it ravenously.
He needed food to replenish his energy to have a chance to escape.
