After walking for roughly the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Bibi Dong finally stopped.
She pushed open a refined steel gate and brought Wukong into an underground chamber.
Then she casually tossed him onto the cold stone floor as though throwing away trash.
Next, Bibi Dong took a set of iron shackles and chains from the bracelet-shaped soul tool on her wrist. In a few deft movements, she bound Wukong's hands and feet tightly to a thick copper pillar.
Only after finishing all this did she press a finger between Wukong's brows. With a slight release of soul power, she drew the neurotoxin back out of his body.
Feeling the toxin being withdrawn, Wukong immediately realized it was time to wake up.
His eyelids trembled before he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze full of bewilderment.
"Wh... where am I?"
"Wasn't I... cultivating in the guest room just now?"
He suddenly began struggling, making the chains around his wrists and ankles rattle loudly.
"Let me go! I've been kidnapped! Someone, help!"
"Help! Is anyone there?"
"..."
"Don't waste your strength. These chains were specially made."
A hoarse voice, impossible to identify as male or female, came from behind him.
Wukong strained to turn his neck, finally catching sight of the speaker out of the corner of his eye.
A figure stood silently in the shadows at the back of the chamber.
The figure was completely enveloped in a loose black robe, making it impossible to tell whether she was a man or a woman.
"Who are you? Why did you kidnap me?"
Feigning panic, Wukong said, "This is Spirit Hall! You dare attack me here? Aren't you afraid His Holiness the Pope will find out?"
"Heh, who I am doesn't matter. What matters is the questions