Smack, smack, smack! Hearing the sound, Chuiyizi clung to the iron bars, muttering in bewilderment, "How could he suddenly lose his skill? Are human minds really this fragile? They can't even manage a pleasant conversation..."
That sound could be heard both when someone broke through a level of the Golden Bell Shield and when they lost their skill. The only difference was that in the former case, the dark-gold glow grew brighter, while in the latter, it gradually dimmed until it vanished.
Since Chuiyizi knew perfectly well that Meng Qi had only mastered the third level yesterday, it never even considered that he might have broken through. Instinctively, it assumed he couldn't endure the torment, but was too stubborn to stop, and had lost his skill as a result.
Before it could finish speaking, it was startled to see a dark-gold figure dart in front of it and seize it before it could react.
It struggled with all its might, but under the prison's suppression, it couldn't bring even one-tenth of its strength to bear, and its demonic power was completely sealed. In the end, it couldn't break free of Meng Qi's grip. He pulled off his belt and firmly bound it to the iron bars.
"Let go of me this instant! Don't you know to respect your elders?" Chuiyizi cried out. Suddenly, its gaze fixed on the strange white "cloth" in Meng Qi's hand. "W-what is that?"
To his own surprise, Meng Qi had mastered the fourth level of the Indestructible Vajra Divine Skill in a single day. He had also caught the blabbermouth off guard. At that moment, he felt refreshed in both body and mind, so he said rather smugly, "My sock! I'm going to stuff it in your mouth!"
"No, don't! Mm-mm..." Chuiyizi shook its head