Ji He walked quietly toward the front, and Lu Yin followed in silence, listening to the voice.
He looked ahead. At the end of the water prison, someone was bound in chains, sitting cross-legged. One moment he laughed, the next he cursed. He seemed completely mad, looking around at everything. He could see what was happening below Hundred Fists Mountain.
This Original Treasure Formation was like another world, covering the real one. People inside could see the outside, and quite clearly, but those outside couldn't see in or hear anything.
No one knew how long this man had been imprisoned. He seemed to have something to say about everyone who came to Hundred Fists Mountain: some had come several times, and he would say why they couldn't succeed. Unfortunately, no one outside could hear him.
And yet he seemed to enjoy himself.
Ji He brought Lu Yin to stand in front of the man, separated from him by the prison bars. They watched him quietly.
The man was still shouting at the people below Hundred Fists Mountain, but no one could hear him.
Suddenly, he looked up at Ji He and reached out to grab him. Chains bound his limbs, and their clattering sounded grating to the ear. "Make it easier for them! Lower the difficulty!"
Ji He watched him calmly. "Why should I make it easier?"
"These idiots can't do it."
"What does it matter to me if they can't do it? Do you think I'd take idiots as disciples?"
"No! It pains me when they can't do it. Look at that kid—he's come a hundred and seventy-two times. He's so sincere. I'm moved by him. Aren't you?"
Ji He sneered. "He could come a hundred and seventy-two times or ten thousand times. If he can't do it, I