Quan He stayed here for several months. Except for a maid delivering food every thirty days, no one came to attend to him.
He was originally a Demon King, ruling over tens of thousands of demons, and his heart was understandably filled with resentment at being reduced to such a state.
Even though the spiritual energy here was abundant, he lost interest in cultivation whenever he recalled his past glory, spending his days in a daze, weak and listless.
After more than a month had passed, his body suddenly shivered, his eyes snapped open, and slowly, another head emerged from his shoulders while the original one continued to sleep deeply.
He looked around, his eyes revealing a cunning and fierce expression. Turning to the chains binding him, he muttered to himself, "So I've been imprisoned. No wonder there's been no activity for months, and my cultivation hasn't increased but decreased, making it easy for me to handle this."
