When Shen Xiaobai woke up, he found himself locked in a cramped, dim prison cell.
After the initial panic and regret, Shen Xiaobai quickly regained his composure and began carefully examining his surroundings.
Other than an iron bed, a table and chair welded to the floor, and a crude, filthy chamber pot, there was nothing else in the room. The conditions were even worse than the prisons of the Divine Constabulary.
"My personal spirit brain has been removed!"
Shen Xiaobai raised his left hand. The spirit brain that had once clung to the back of his hand like silver foil was gone, leaving only a pinprick mark finer than a strand of hair.
A shackle was fastened around his ankle, its other end chained to the iron bed.
Restricted by the ankle shackle, he could only shuffle in small steps and move around the table, chair, and chamber pot. He could not get anywhere near the door.
With the spirit energy education he had received over the years, he knew no fewer than five ways to break the shackle. But now that he was trapped in prison and undoubtedly under the strict surveillance of his captors, breaking it would be meaningless. It would only bring even harsher restraints upon him—nothing but asking for trouble.
After inspecting the cell and gaining a clear grasp of his situation, Shen Xiaobai lay back down on the iron bed... He had no idea what awaited him next. Under such circumstances, it was best to conserve his strength and restore his spirits, so he could face whatever came in his best condition.
About two hours later, the cell door opened.
Two guards dressed in spotless white protective suits, their faces and bodies wrapped up tight, pushed in a cart. They tossed down a packet of