Ah Er began diligently delivering meals into the black jail.
Those imprisoned within were all people who didn't eat grain or drink water, surviving solely on the strange, tainted Spiritual Qi of the black jail to cling to life.
When they suddenly caught the fragrant scent of rich, oily food, the prisoners couldn't help but look up.
Two palm-sized slices of fatty meat and a large plate of spirit rice.
At first, the hunchbacked Cultivator thought it was just the usual prison meal and paid it no mind, picking up the bowl and shoveling down two large mouthfuls.
It was only when he caught the expressions of the other prisoners out of the corner of his eye that he realized something was wrong.
Besides, if this was a prison meal, it was far too rich.
When he looked up again, he saw the plump, half-man-high little beast watching him with an eager expression.
CLANG!
