Inside the Commandant's Office at the Rhinoceros Sky Saint Market, the couple enjoyed a tender moment together. Then, with Feng Feitian at his side, Luo Qian went to the cell where Si Ke Yaluo was being held. The cell was surprisingly simple. It had none of the iron locks or bars he expected, just a cramped little room whose door was not even locked.
The prisons of the Saint Realm had perfected the art of "drawing a circle on the ground and calling it a cell." A Formation was placed on each prisoner, ensuring that anyone who stepped beyond the cell would suffer a fate worse than death. The prisoners had no choice but to stay put. Luo Qian walked in smiling, looking every inch the kindly soul, but Si Ke Yaluo shrank back in fright. Luo Qian curled his lip. "Well? Have you thought it over?"
Though the cell had no shackles or chains, the strain of being confined there was greater than in an ordinary prison. Its floor was no bigger than a palm, yet it rose more than ten meters to a tiny opening that let in a dim shaft of light. Si Ke Yaluo had been alone there for days without speaking to anyone. Only he knew how he felt.
At Luo Qian's question, Si Ke Yaluo answered with striking obedience. "I have. I have thought it over." Luo Qian nodded in satisfaction. "Good." He settled into the cell's only chair, then said, "Sit." Si Ke Yaluo immediately dropped to the floor. Pleased with the result of his little test, Luo Qian nodded again. "Then tell me: how did you go to the Lower Realm without being discovered?"
Si Ke Yaluo hesitated, but told the truth. "I happened upon a treasure that lets me slip down