Cracks had spread throughout his mind because of what he went through. But as he realized that what he had gone through was all a dream, the cracks healed, and he slowly recovered his mental stability.
He should be angry for being treated like this for saying some words that he didn't mean. He should say in anger, "I only cursed a little. I am being cheated here. The least I am entitled to is complaining about it. Can't I say some unsavory words to vent my anger?"
But he didn't dare to rant or complain out loud. Even within his heart, he only felt fear. There was no ounce of resistance within him. It seemed his mind was made up about doing anything the sect wanted him to do without complaining.
Unfortunately for him, being obedient wasn't going to be enough this time because his second attempt to summon the Divine Metac also failed.
