Xing Tian opened his eyes and found himself lying on a large bed. His hands and feet were not bound, but his body was simply immobile.
His Primordial Spirit had been sealed.
His gaze fell upon somewhat narrow cave walls. Blue curtains hung from the ceiling, giving the space the appearance of an ordinary bedroom within a cave dwelling.
Suddenly, the grating sound of knife sharpening started from the side. Each scrape felt like it grated on Xing Tian's raw nerves, making the hairs on his body stand on end.
Xing Tian's eyes bulged. The strongest part of his body—his neck—trembled slightly, barely regaining the ability to move. He turned his head toward the source of the noise.
The child had rolled up his sleeves and was pressing down on a dagger, straddling a sharpening stone and sliding the dagger back and forth methodically.
Seemingly sensing Xing Tian's gaze, Dongfang Mumu looked up at him. That innocent, adorable face revealed a somewhat sinister smile.
"GULP—"
