Elsewhere.
Inside the underground prison of Shenwu Hall, the chief shaman was bound to a pillar with specially made chains.
After a night, he finally came to.
As the chief shaman woke up, he saw Yang Shiwu and Sun Ling standing in front of him.
The chief shaman said with a face full of anger and resentment:
"Sun Ling, I can't believe you dare do this to me. The tribe will never let you go."
Sun Ling, with a stern face, stepped forward and slapped the chief shaman across the face.
The chief shaman screamed miserably from the slap, but it only fueled his rage even more.
"You dare to strike me!!!"
Sun Ling said coldly:
"It seems you still don't recognize the situation you're in."
"You are now nothing more than a captive."
"If you want to live, spill everything about the tribe's recent affairs."
Fury was nearly shooting out of the chief shaman's eyes.
"Sun Ling, you traitor to our tribe, you deserve to die!"
