In the dead of night.
The black jail was silent. Deep inside Mi Mountain, it was deathly quiet, with only the chirping of insects outside.
With the Great Suanni standing guard, all the prisoners in the black jail were on edge.
It was only natural. Not only were they captives who had lost their freedom, but most of their vitality and spirit had been worn away.
Even in their prime, they likely couldn't have withstood more than a few of the Great Suanni's attacks.
If the Great Suanni revealed its true form and decided to chew them up for a little nourishment, no one from the Xuandao Sect would speak up on their behalf.
Inside the stone house, Bai Mo held a bright yellow stone. He swiped a finger across it and gently guided the energy.
POOF!
The Spirit Wood he was pointing at burst into flames.
Ah Er, who was sitting on a small stool nearby straightening and bundling herbs, jumped in fright.
