Xu Qing’s heart started racing. Normally speaking, when his shift ended and he returned to D-010, things would be lively.5

But instead of bantering with Wang Chen, Sir Mountain-River was seated cross-legged in the open area between the cages. He was working on cultivation. His facial expression was serious and determined, as if he were trying to make it very clear to any onlooker that he, Sir Mountain-River, was a person with staunch discipline. Maybe he was in jail, but he wasn’t going to forget about cultivation. Any location could be a place for Sir Mountain-River to hone his temperament.7

As for Wang Chen, his true form had emerged from his coffin. He sat cross-legged in his cage, his facial expression incredibly solemn. His hands were clenched into fists as if he regretted a huge mistake. Under his control, his Smokewight doppelgänger was currently writing some sort of essay onto the wall of the cell. It was a very, very long article, and it appeared to be all about Wang Chen’s faults. From the expression on his face, it really seemed that he was determined to criticize himself. Anyone who saw him would feel deeply moved.5

And then there was Kong Xianglong. His situation was more dramatically exaggerated than any of the others. He sat cross-legged in his cell, facing the wall, with his back to the door as he loudly gave voice to his regrets.2

“I really messed up big this time, Duskspirit. The palace lord only locked us up for a month, but I don’t...17