In the dimly lit room, only the light bulb on the ceiling flickered with a feeble glow, occasionally blinking as if the voltage was unstable.
At the center of the room there was a wooden box emitting bursts of chilly air.
Suddenly, the wooden box trembled, as if someone inside was knocking.
With a bang, the lid of the box was pushed open, and a woman slowly crawled out, the very same female cultivator who had previously declared she would cover Zhou Bai, Song Zhen.
She felt dizzy and the place before her eyes was utterly unfamiliar, with a slight stench lingering in the air.
The filthy cement floor was barely illuminated by the dim light around the wooden board, and beyond that, the space plunged into darkness, like a bottomless sea.
"Where am I?"
She tried to check her body, but her expression changed in an instant when she discovered her Primordial Spirit was sealed. Not even a trace of her spirit power could be used, and her body felt weak and limp as if drugged.
