Trial Canyon.
The white-robed female disciple brought Li Shuidao to the cell beside Li Shuilong's.
"Please!" The female disciple made an inviting gesture.
Li Shuidao stepped into the cell.
Clang!
The female disciple shut the iron gate and locked it with a key.
"This iron gate isn't meant to imprison you, fellow Daoist. It's here to protect you. You'll be staying in Trial Canyon for several days. The daytime is one thing, but at night, without a gate like this, everyone could move about freely. I'm afraid some people without a shred of respect for the rules would wander around, killing at will." As she spoke, the white-robed female disciple finished locking the gate, then took a white card from her waist and hung it outside the door. It meant Li Shuidao hadn't fought in a single match.
The Sea Snake Daoist had already explained the rules of the Card Dropping Battle.
Those who hadn't fought a match hung a white card.
Those who killed one person hung a black card.
Those who killed two people hung a red card.
If you wanted to fight, you dropped your card. Drop your card, and they'd arrange a match.
No disciple with a white card could leave this place.
Everyone had to fight at least one match. That was the rule of the trial.
"From now on, you'll stay here. Meals are served twice daily, morning and evening, and Ceremony Hall disciples will bring them to you. You must not leave your cell without an order. Otherwise, you'll be killed without mercy." The female disciple reminded him once more.
"I understand. Thank you for the reminder, miss," Li Shuidao said modestly.
After the white-robed disciple left, Li Shuidao walked to the iron bars and drew close to the side where Li Shuilong