Nine mirrors floated in the skies above the summit dwelling. They each emitted a light of their own that wove together into a net. Pillars decorated the courtyard, each one with runes constantly meandering across their surface.

Tutou was imprisoned within. His body was rolled up in a ball. If it weren’t for the fluctuations of his chest, others might have thought he had died already.

Several youths had uncertain complexions. Looking at the large fellow in the cage, they didn’t know what to think. Yesterday, as they were enjoying themselves, this person suddenly visited and came to ask for others. Although this shouldn’t have been a big deal, it had actually become one.

With drugs bursting in their bodies, they had all been overstimulated. They activated the array formation around this place and violently beat this person up. But once the medicinal efficacy of the drugs faded away and they figured out the true identity of this person, they...