Inside the Commandant's Office at the Saint Market, the couple enjoyed a little time together before Luo Qian came to the cell where Si Ke Yaluo was being held, with Feng Feitian accompanying him. The cell was remarkably simple. It had none of the iron locks or bars he had expected. It was a cramped little room, and even its door was unlocked.
Prisons in the Saint Realm had reached the highest level of "drawing a circle on the ground and making it a cell." A Formation was placed on each prisoner; the moment they left the bounds of their cell, they would suffer a fate worse than death. All they could do was stay put. Luo Qian walked in with a smile, looking every inch the benevolent man, but Si Ke Yaluo shrank back in fright. Luo Qian pursed his lips. "Well? Have you thought it over?"
Though there were no shackles or chains, the mental strain of being confined here was far greater than in an ordinary prison. The floor was no bigger than a palm, yet the walls rose over ten meters high. A small opening at the top let in a dim shaft of light. Si Ke Yaluo had been alone for days without anyone to talk to. Only he knew how that felt.
At Luo Qian's question, Si Ke Yaluo answered meekly, "I have. I have. I've thought it through." Luo Qian nodded in satisfaction. "Good." He sat down in the cell's only chair and said, "Have a seat." Si Ke Yaluo promptly dropped to the floor. Pleased with the result of that little test, Luo Qian nodded. "All right, then. Tell me how you managed to go to the Lower Realm without being detected."
Si Ke Yaluo hesitated, then told him the truth. "I