"Changed your mind?" The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, "I told you long ago to give up."
"Could you please fetch me the ladder, Instructor? This disciple lacks the strength to climb into the Copper Tripod."
The middle-aged man: ...
The next moment, the middle-aged man lifted Lin Chen like a chick and tossed him into the Copper Tripod. As the lid closed, Lin Chen could only discern his surroundings through the faint light filtering through the dozens of holes around him.
Thud!
The next instant, a deafening sound like thunder struck, making Lin Chen feel as if his eardrums were pierced.
Outside, someone was pounding the Copper Tripod!
"Isn't it supposed to be fire?"
Lin Chen had assumed this trial involved burning, but unexpectedly, it was hammering.
"The Copper Tripod has one hundred and eight holes corresponding to your one hundred and eight main bones, boy. Enjoy it thoroughly."
