His consciousness was a blur.
Bai Heng had no idea how long this state had lasted.
Not until the bronze gate was slowly pushed open with a dull clunk, and the faint cold light from outside fell upon him.
It was the icy gleam of weapons, mixed with the firelight spontaneously generated by miniature nuclear reactors.
In an environment of utter darkness, even a virtual information screen lighting up would be enough to stimulate the senses.
Much less light on this scale.
Bai Heng slowly opened his eyes.
Perhaps worn down by the torment of the past few days, those dark gold eyes looked somewhat haggard.
Yet that still could not conceal the innate nobility in his brow and gaze.
Although Bai Heng himself had never put on airs, and treated others with kindness and gentleness, his face habitually carrying a smile.
The chill at the edge of his brows still easily made strangers feel distant from him.
Once his vision had cleared enough.
He tried to raise his slightly numb wrist.
Only then did he discover that two dark chains were binding his hands.
He remained seated cross-legged, his movements not entirely restrained.
And this place was the Prison of Confinement.
"So I've been detained..."
Bai Heng's expression did not ripple in the slightest.
He merely tested the restraints by curling his wrist.
Only then did he realize that this seemingly vicious black chain was, to him, little more than a sheet of thin paper that would tear with a poke.
Perhaps those who had imprisoned him merely needed to give the other Xianzhou ships an explanation, putting on a show for appearances' sake.
After all, Shuhu's revival would inevitably alarm the other Xianzhou ships. Jing Yuan could not simply let Bai Heng, who bore Shuhu's consciousness, leave the