Su Jiu's Sea of Consciousness was weathering a violent storm, and even Flower Bud, floating above it, had dimmed a little. When she woke again, she felt as though a very long time had passed.
Thick Spirit-Locking Chains bound Su Jiu's limbs. Her head throbbed and felt leaden. She slowly opened her eyes, and the blurred surroundings gradually came into focus.
Without spiritual energy to protect her, Su Jiu felt as though she would freeze solid. She almost wanted to laugh. To think that someone with an ice spiritual root would one day fear the cold. But the moment her lips curved, the wounds on her face pulled, and the pain made her suck in a sharp breath.
With no spiritual energy and her Divine Sense damaged, Su Jiu was now little different from a cripple. She tried moving her legs, only to discover that her left leg seemed to have lost all sensation. Could it be broken?
Her last memory was of detonating more than a dozen treasure artifacts, catching the two men off guard and injuring one of them in the blast. Then her head had felt as though needles were stabbing into it, and she could no longer concentrate.
Su Jiu managed to lift her head and examine her surroundings. She seemed to be in a water prison, with water reaching just above her knees. Her clothes had already been torn to shreds in the fight, and now, soaked through, most of the fabric clung to her body.
She thought she must look utterly hideous.
The water prison was pitch-black. Apart from her own breathing, she could hear almost nothing.
Unable to use her Divine Sense, she could not make out anything more than ten feet away. Within the range she could see, there seemed to be