"Brother Zhang Chen, stay in the room... I'll go buy some necessary daily supplies by myself, so no one sees the two of us crammed into one room and starts saying unpleasant things again. Besides, your body seems to need some time to settle down and adjust properly."
After clearing out the things in the room, Chong Ying took the coins and went out to buy supplies on her own.
Zhang Chen remained alone in the empty room, focusing all his attention on the environmental suppression acting upon his body. He had thought that the powerful physique he had gained from fully comprehending the first volume of the Body Devouring Heart Sutra would be enough to largely withstand Ling's environmental suppression. Now, however, it seemed he had been mistaken.
"The stronger the life-form, the stronger the suppression it suffers. That really is true."
As Zhang Chen sat cross-legged and examined his body, it felt as though massive iron chains bound him from head to toe, leaving him unable to use his abilities. Only the state of mind of the Devouring Path remained unrestricted, which was why his gaze earlier had been enough to suppress the other party.
"Evil Mouth Elder, do you have a way..."
Considering that Evil Mouth Elder was an old-timer in Ling, Zhang Chen was about to discuss a solution to his bodily suppression with him when a strange aura swept through the room. His heart tightened, and he immediately opened his eyes and looked toward the iron door of the cramped room.
"Mester... Prison Warden."
Strands of viscous matter seeped into the room through the gap beneath the door. A woman condensed from the pile of sticky substance at the entrance, her crawling body slowly rising from the floor.
Beneath her slightly curled black hair, a