Trapped in the Black Prison

The great ship rode the wind and waves, heading for the East Sea.

Song Tian and his senior sister, Guiding Heart Arrow, wanted nothing more than to return to the Heavenly Saint Sect as soon as possible.

Liu Xian'er had been away from home for a month, and she was missing it, too.

Only Liu Piaopiao was left in a foul mood. After just one night, even she couldn't make sense of the aura around her younger sister.

She probed again and again, but couldn't figure it out.

Yet Bai Xue and Song Tian told her that Wang Xian had only served the three of them a pot of tea—and claimed that this pot of tea was worth more than Flying Cloud Island in the East Sea.

Liu Xian'er hadn't believed it at first, either. But seeing the grave expression on her sister's face, she couldn't help recalling what Wang Xian had said to her the day before.

For a moment, she was stunned.

After thinking it over, she took Liu Piaopiao's hand and asked, "Sis, did you set Wang Xian up?"

Liu Piaopiao was seething. She glared at her. "Take a guess!"

The waves surged and rolled, just like Liu Piaopiao's mood.

But inwardly, she muttered, Wang Xian, you outplayed me. Now I'll make you taste what it means to wish you were dead.

"Sigh!"

With a faint sigh, Wang Xian opened his eyes again. Everything before him was pitch-black.

He tried to move, only to find his limbs heavy as lead, as if invisible chains bound him.

Water dripped somewhere nearby, tick, tick, like some eerie clock counting down and reminding him that time was passing.

He drew a deep breath. The cold air filled his lungs, carrying a rotten stench.

He struggled to lift his head