Li San's teeth were bloodstained, revealing a neurotic smile.
Just then, footsteps sounded, and an Enforcement Leader walked over, saying coldly: "Meal time."
He placed a rough wooden tray on the ground and pushed it into the cell.
On the tray was a porcelain bowl, containing some kind of inedible porridge.
After serving the meal, the Enforcement Leader glanced at Li San and turned to leave.
Li San lay on the ground, motionless, as if waiting for death to descend in the darkness.
For a Demon Cultivator like him, entering the Taoist Prison only meant death.
With a heart full of despair, a very faint, yet familiar vibration reached his ears.
"Is that... Sect Token?"
Li San's vacant eyes showed a glimmer of spirit, somewhat incredulous.
He struggled to crawl on the ground, inch by inch, toward the source of the sound in the darkness.
Finally, he reached the tray and pulled a token from the bottom of the porcelain bowl.
