In the damp, gloomy dungeon, the last torch had long since gone out, leaving only a few wisps of smoke to dissipate silently in the dark.
Nangong Jin was suspended in mid-air by cold chains, yet she was completely oblivious to the pain.
She tilted her head back slightly, watching the water droplets seeping from the ceiling above. One drop, two drops... they struck the ground, sending hollow echoes through the deathly silent cell.
Two days...
In the past, two days would have passed in the blink of an eye, slipping away unnoticed during a single session of meditative cultivation.
But now, every moment felt like it was stretched into an endless torment.
The darkness devoured time, and the silence amplified her heartbeat.
Nangong Jin, who had yet to reclaim her emotions, didn't know that this strange feeling stirring inside her was called fear.
However, Nangong Jin wasn't afraid for her own safety.
