North Sha Eye

As Wang Chen walked out of the Duty Hall, his expression was decidedly grim.

He had just finished his rotation guarding the West Sha Eye, only to be assigned to guard the North Sha Eye again.

Guarding a Sha Eye sounded lofty and impressive, but in truth, it was an exceptionally grueling and dangerous duty. No jailer was willing to take it on voluntarily, so a rotating system had been adopted.

The rotation changed once every month. Under normal circumstances, during Wang Chen's three years in the Demon Cave, he would only be assigned such a duty two or three times.

Now, not only did Wang Chen have to carry out this duty consecutively, but according to the Duty Hall's requirements, he had to remain stationed at the North Sha Eye until a replacement arrived before he could return.

As for when a new cultivator would come to take over, the Duty Hall's answer was that they had no idea for the time being.

Wang Chen did not need to think with his toes to know that someone was targeting him!

There were not many jailers working in the Demon Cave, but under the normal rotation system, there should never have been a shortage of replacements.

Yet an arm could not twist a thigh. With the Duty Hall forcing this upon him, unless Wang Chen was willing to throw caution to the wind and disregard the consequences, even if he reported the matter to the Prison Department, he likely would not receive the fairness he deserved.

Wang Chen understood this perfectly well.

He was merely a minor cultivator with neither power nor influence, a "temporary worker" without even an immortal registry. Unable to resist, he could only let others manipulate him as they pleased.

The only thing Wang Chen could