Like a frog at the bottom of a well, staring at the sky.
Unable to leap out.
With no solid ground to push off from, all one could do was struggle within the well.
Jiang Man felt the lock and mused with a sigh, "So this is what they felt. Oppression, gloom, powerlessness, and despair.
"How difficult it must be."
'Success,' the Demon King thought, breathing a sigh of relief.
Although this person was exceedingly strange, he was now truly bound by her power.
"What's your name?" the Demon King asked.
"Jiang Man, of Cloud Mist Peak's Eighth Courtyard. Soon to be the Seventh Courtyard," Jiang Man answered truthfully.
"When the time comes, someone will come looking for you." As she spoke, the Demon King's power flared, trying to force Jiang Man to use his Hidden Spirit.
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The three who had originally left returned to the great pit, bringing a group of people with them.
When they arrived, they found the place had already been reduced to ruins.
