The next day, in the ninth layer of the Heavenly Prison.
Li Fuzhou lay on a straw mat, his expression relaxed and content, showing no signs of depression or impatience.
The old man opposite him asked rather uninterestedly, "Scholar, aren't you anxious?"
In the lightless Heavenly Prison, where time was marked only by the daily delivery of meals, years had passed. Even some of the old monsters with transcendent mindsets had become a bit restless and irritable, their minds like wild grass.
Li Fuzhou sat up and looked toward the sky, sighing, "Indeed, I am restless, thinking that it has been a long time since I've been to the brothel to listen to songs."
The old man's mouth opened slightly, was that restlessness? That was excitement.
Li Fuzhou shook his head and looked at the old man in the opposite cell, "Great Wizard, how were you captured?"