When Master Danyang came back to his senses, he realized that his left arm, which should have been severed, had somehow grown back.
He tried to move, only to be shocked to find himself restrained on an iron bed. His limbs were tightly bound by strong, wide straps, leaving him utterly unable to move.
Master Danyang repeatedly formed hand seals and chanted incantations, even attempting other divine skills, but he discovered none of them worked.
Now, he had become like a pig on a butcher's block, awaiting slaughter.
This feeling filled him with immense humiliation. Ever since he had snatched a broken blade and killed someone at the age of ten, he had never ended up in such a predicament.
"Who is it! Who the hell used an illusion spell on me!" The strangeness of it all twisted Master Danyang's face as he roared at the woman in front of him.
