Skimming the Boiling Water Was Futile; the Flame Serpent Burned the Sin-Steeped Flesh

"I merely had the good fortune to learn a few techniques for strengthening the body. I wouldn't dare call myself an immortal master."

As Mo Chen spoke, he looked beyond the cell door.

"Is this underground chamber guarded?"

Xiang Su'an recovered slightly from his shock. "Yes, but they all guard the entrance upstairs. They're busy gambling up there. Normally, no one comes down to patrol."

Mo Chen looked up at the high window again. A few weeds were visible outside.

It seemed this window was actually a ventilation opening cut into the foot of the exterior wall. If he could climb up, he could wrench it open with brute force.

Before Xiang Su'an could work out how to escape this dungeon, Mo Chen took a deep breath and charged at the wall. Two bounding steps up its surface sent him leaping high enough to grab the iron bars along the window's edge.

With a low shout, Mo Chen forcibly tore an iron bar over a foot long out of the wall.

Repeating the process, he soon tossed three bent iron bars onto the floor.

Removing those three bars left an opening barely large enough for a person.

"But that still isn't big enough to squeeze through!"

No sooner had Xiang Su'an spoken than he realized he had worried needlessly.

Hanging from the window with one hand, Mo Chen swung his other fist several times, smashing the stone around it.

"Holy... holy shit..."

Xiang Su'an immediately felt he had been worrying for nothing. Immortals truly could not be judged by ordinary standards.

"I'll help you undo your chains!"

Mo Chen leaped lightly down from above and approached Xiang Su'an.

"There's no need..."

Xiang Su'an slowly shook his head. "Escape on your own, immortal master. They severed the tendons in my feet