"Go on. I'm listening."
Bai Heng's movements noticeably paused.
But he did not interrupt her.
Just as the young judge was enthusiastically describing the scale and grandeur of the wedding, another grating sound of dragging chains rang out.
When she looked at Bai Heng in confusion, she saw that he had already picked up the dismantled black lock.
She blinked uncertainly, then watched Bai Heng hold the black lock up for a moment before pressing his index and middle fingers together and casually swiping them behind him.
A virtual Imaginary display screen appeared before him.
He raised his fingers slightly and tapped several keys.
The black lock hanging halfway on the ground suddenly coiled around his wrist as nimbly as a python.
Taking advantage of the motion, he flicked his sleeve and sat down on the floor. The black lock dropped to the ground with a crisp, muffled clank.
Bai Heng seemed completely oblivious to her astonished gaze.
He merely calmly completed a series of actions that amounted to "wrapping himself in a cocoon."
In the judge's eyes,
The shock of that action was no less than when he had removed the black lock.
It was like a canary that had just escaped its cage crawling right back inside a moment later, then kicking the door shut behind it.
But in truth, perhaps that canary had seen something even more dangerous outside the cage. Perhaps it was a shrike.
The sweating canary indeed longed for freedom, but compared to freedom, life was far more precious.
Time passed in a flash.
By the time the judge dispatched by the Ten-Lords Commission to confirm Bai Heng's condition arrived, the judge who had originally been delivering meals had already left the Prison of Confinement in a daze, looking as though something was about