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TL: Zhao
Editing: Krisaia

After waking up, Fang Shui’er found herself inside a small room resembling a jail cell. The walls were made of cold stone with only one small opening in one of them serving as the window. A table, a chair, and the stone bed upon which she lied constituted the only furniture which decorated the room. 

Fang Shui’er walked toward the dilapidated metal door and examined it carefully. Normally, she would have no trouble breaking through it, but as of now... She clenched her fist and released them. ‘Still sealed? Looks like the rules in this domain haven’t changed. I’ll need to figure them out.’ She knew from her wealth of experience...