Shen Jiyu struggled against the rope to no avail, he was bound so tightly. The more he moved, the more the ropes bound into his skin. He gasped and tried to listen but except for his heavy breathing, his surroundings were eerie silent. He took a deep breath but he could not smell anything.
What was this? A prank. No, he was dreaming. He whispered an incantation to calm the mind and wake up but he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. It was as if a piece of him had been summoned to a strange place. Who could do that to him, a five-star Celestial Master? An old monster, no ghosts should be able to do this.