Inside the room, Jing Ziru had already calmed down. Deep down, he still distrusted Si Wuxie's explanation—but there was no doubt that he truly had no memory of how he had ended up like this.
Only after Si Wuxie pointed out the many Luoshen female cultivators in the residence who had already changed did Jing Ziru begin to believe her somewhat.
"Now that I've recovered, Saintess Wuxie, would you consider releasing me?" Jing Ziru asked in a bargaining tone. "This place is so strange. The person behind it is probably extremely difficult to deal with. As they say, one more person means one more source of strength."
He was a Quasi-Emperor, after all. In the Lower Continent, he was unquestionably a hegemon, and even in a top Holy Land, he was a pillar of strength!
"No." Wen Duo said firmly, "Lord Jing, although you've recovered, none of us knows whether you'll fall victim again later. The fact that we managed to wake you this time was purely a coincidence. If it happens again, most of us will probably fall at your hands."
Jing Ziru's expression immediately darkened. Anyone would be unhappy at being bound so tightly and having their entire body sealed, let alone a lofty Quasi-Emperor like him.
"Are you planning to keep me imprisoned forever?"
Even a clay figure had a temper. Jing Ziru felt that his self-restraint was already good enough. If he had been more hot-tempered, he would probably have started cursing by now.
"No, we want to release you as soon as possible." Wen Duo became serious. "That's precisely why we need Lord Jing to cooperate with us fully and find the key to the problem. Surely you also want to figure out what happened to you, right?"
Jing Ziru remained silent.
Wen Duo knew